#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Oh geez" She says "I forgot the other reason I came" She blushes

Then shows him the remnants of the vase "I was told you were the man to fix this"

"Oh! I.." She says "Honestly I think I'm over my authority here. I was told to have you fix it if you would, replacing it maybe something I'm not allowed to do" she scrambles to remember "That is lovely mind you"

"Ah, well." Replacing the teapot lovingly into it's box. "Someday I'll pick up an apprentice to show the knack to. Don't suppose you'd like to join me along a road or two?" An irascible grin. "In two weeks, three on the outside, I can have you singin' like a songbird, just need to, hmm, maybe the door to the wagon a little taller."

Gwen says "me? why would you want me along? Lots of trolls are more trained in arms and protection, and I don't really cook"

"You seem nice, and ol' Wolfy has good judgement in most things, so why not in his new fledges? Then again, I'd have to convince him to let me steal you away." Chortling to himself."

Meanwhile he has been carefully setting the pieces together of the vase, using the teapot box as a platform. He licks a finger to dampen the edge of larger pieces, until there is a skeletal framework of what once was a slightly lopsided vase, with smaller pieces still around it like a jigsaw that is only half together.

"Here, now, let me use your hands, lass." Guiding her to shore up the edges, using her hands to cup around it so that the pieces don't fall back down.

And she does "Careful, my fingers are kind of..err rock like"

A bite of her lip.

"Then let me do the delicate bits, and use your strength to imagine this as one piece - strong, together, and whole, like your own strong hands. They DO look like such strong hands..." Quoting a rather ancient movie that she may not have seen, as the pieces tingle a bit within her supporting hands.

She nods and closes her eeyes and tries to imagine it, whole, strong, solid, and beautiful

"Now you just hold that a moment, good..." His voice fading as he rustles through a shelf, and then suddenly, the CRACK of something shattering, and feeling of glamour fizzling under her fingertips!

SHe holds perfectly still but her eyes open "oh!" As the glamour working tickles her digits

A flash that makes her blink, but as the sparks fade, and under her fingers is the vase - complete and intact once again! And another vase - this one clearly different, for one it's another color, and secondly, it's in pieces where the handmade one is whole.

"That's amazing!" She says

Then... she shakes the vase she's still holding and looks alarmed "Ah, it's sealed to my fingers!"

It isn't, not really, but for some reason she wants to prank this guy. I blame Bluebell

His eyes widen and he gives his head a mournful shake, lifting the wrench he has in his hand from breaking the other vase as part of the cantrip. "Well, we'll just have to take off the fingers, and hope a little glue will put 'em to rights!"

"Hey.. I'm all cured" She says letting the vase down gently and yanking them away once it's settled and she blushes

He laughs, giving the wrench a flip and twist in deft fingers, 'blowing' on it like a cowboy with a pistol, then sliding it into a pocket. "Let's take a look see here... not too shabby!" Indeed, the vase looks good as new! "Shame about the other one, but omelettes and eggs, you know."

"I guess. How'd you know I was joking?" She raises a brow "I'm embarrassed I tried it. Normally I leave that to Bluebell"

His eyes twinkle. "I didn't, that's what the wrench was for!"

A brow "I suspect you're a scoundrel"

but she smiles

And now he chortles. "Ye've got the right of me, I admit. And now I can turn this here banjanxed vase into a fixed version and sell it for triple the value."

Gathering up the broken pieces.

"Well thank you very much, it means a lot" She does say

"A pleasure to help a lass in need. And maybe a bit 'o luck will be on my side in bartering with that Lord o' yourn, I was in the mind of looking for a draft horse and see if I can't save a bit on diesel and have a friend for the travels, to boot."

"Oh, you want the best horses around you've come to the right place" she says with energy "I handle the dogs mostly, but the Baron knows horses too and he's got champions of all sorts. I don't know if most of them are draft types, big ones, suree but they're trained in matters of..well gosh I'll show you..." A catch "After you do Marigold's little job" A nod

"Indeed, we shan't keep the merry lady waiting." And tools are gathered and it's off to do what tinkers do.

And Gwen follows, and yes, talks about the horses.... "now the sweetest of them... " She explains ...

well walks WITH him

Returning to the Manor, Gwen with her vase, Donal with his tools ready to fix what needs to be done, and hopefully a drink to share in celebration when all's complete!

"Marigold, he's all yours. I need to put the vase back" Then she whispers to Marigold "Sure you need to be twenty years younger? There are such things as cougars"

The boggan matron swats at Gwen's behind to shoo her on. "Cheeky girl! On with you. Now, Donal, you old rascal, about these pans..." And is quick in conversation with the Clurichaun about the nature of the repairs.

Gwen blushes and scoots! She's not sure what's with her lately... she's still getting work done but ever since fall began she's been feeling a little less behaved.

As she heads back to the hallway where the vase lives, Calanthe is waiting, leaning against the wall and flipping idly through her phone with quick flicks of a manicured finger. Her gaze lifts and she gives Gwen a smile. "Gwendolyn, there you are. I had half wondered if that tinker had run off with you bundled away in his stagecoach." Mild amusement.

"He's talkative, nice, but a talker" She puts the vase up carefully, "There, good as new"

"Indeed - as good as it ever was." The Sidhe walks in a half-circle around the console table, moving smoothly almost like a stalking feline. She leans in, examining the piece. Drifting loose from the ruffled neckline of her shirt, a necklace falls free. The pendant that catches the light as it hangs fetchingly from a slender neck, silver and onyx accentuating dark curls against pale skin.

Gwen blinks at the pendant, then tears her eyes away to say "I best go check on the dogs. Pardon me, Dame Calanthe"

The knight is apparently intent on examining the vase. A finger outstretched to carefully turn it just so, and a hint of glamour seems to pass from her finger tips into the vase - flowers replaced, lightly fluffed, and Calanthe looks satisfied. "Oh? Yes, very well. Off you go then, play with the hounds." Easily dismissing her as she straightens up and adjusts her collar.

"Yes, my lady, thank you" She turns to go.... but some idea comes to her. One she's .. not sure she dare do. Find new flowers... replace whatever the Lady did. It feels... like Dame Calanthe is up to something. Maybe that's not fair, but if she's leaving odd magic around that's more than just fluffing flowers.. trolls still feel a need to protect.

She does move to the dogs, but also looks for covert replacements for the flowers

The hallway is empty again when she next passes by. Just the table, a delicate stitched runner, the vase, and the pressed fabric flowers.

Are there replacements for the flowers available?

Flowers can be found - perhaps not as many as in the first flush of spring, but there are still blooms in the gardens, both the manicured ones out front and the more riotous, overgrown areas that have been left mostly to themselves and the bees. And with a little searching, additional false flowers can be found - made of silk and with pearl droplets for beaded centers, perhaps leftover from some other occasion. Bluebell can be heard practicing in one of the empty rooms where she pirouettes on occasion, Julius scratching away with a pen on some paperwork, or Marigold is giggling in the kitchen with Donal - if another soul is looked for to request from.

No, best not to put anyone else in danger for defiance If this gets noticed. She will try that kenning thing on the vase, to see i glamour rests in it s till.

At first glance, it's just a ceramic, polished to a shine like new. But a little more time, a little more focus, something seems to glimmer within - intangible, invisible, but she can sense it with that inner core that makes her feel tall and strong and want to protect - there's some glamour there, all right. It clings to the vase.

Why am I freaking out? She finds herself wishing for tongs.

She gets a thick towel, and tries to pick it up with that