#baronyofthesilverwolf

Gwen's practicing in the chain shirt she's been given, it's not the armor they intend for her, but she was told to work around in it, get used to such weight

so she practices with her spear, seeing if the armor slows her down

She thinks she's alone so.. as she works, Gwen creates her own theme song as she jabs "Gwen Stonestrong! with her magic stone skin and magic spear! Gwen Stongstrong... gonna be sained next year! But she's Gwen Stonestrong, and nothing can hurt her" She considers "Well not very easily because now she's got steel with her skin of STOOOOONE!"

She is an enthusiastic amateur at singing when alone and all that entails

Soft applause.

"Oh dreaming kill me now" She winces

Bluebell smiles softly, and recites, in more of a lyric poetry style, "Silverwolf has cause to howl, in praises of she who does prowl the woods and meadows, spear in hand, beasts at her side, to protect the land."

"Wuff" says Ivan.

"That rhymes with Tough." Bluebell agrees to the ever-larger growing poofball.

Slowwwlly she turns "Ivan, you could stand guard and protect my dignity, you know that right?"

He licks his chops a little guiltily, checking that no crumbs are visible. Bluebell hides her hands behind her back.

She looks over at Bluebell "Bluebell, don't anyone I was doing that? Please. It's very..." A breath "Untrollish" Noticing the licking of chops she mutters to the dog "Poofy mutiny is what it is"

She tilts her head gracefully to one side. "I came upon a maiden fair, practicing with beloved spear, all I see is what I know, I am but a simple doe."

"Thanks. Have you tried out the new treasure yet?"

She beams! "Julius is ever so grateful. Now he may spend more time bending his back over paperwork rather than throwing it out moving tables."

And, she bows to Gwen, "Thank you, friend spearmaiden. I am sorry that I must take you to dreaded torment in return."

"Yeah .. I should have realized there would be a dance required." A look at her, "But.. if it makes you happy to have one it might be worth while" Admission

"Oh, that torment is far away. I have a much closer torment for you today. Your chainmail shall not avail you where we must go, but never fear, you may gird thyself appropriately with my help." Offering a small bag with an outfit within.

"What's going on???" Nervous

"Gainful employment on my part, polite attendance on thine." The bag contains armor of a far different sort - stretchy yoga leggings and a loose fitting T-shirt that says "I'd Rather Namaste in Bed".

"Oh, right.. the yoga. I totally forgot, sorry!" She takes it "I'll go change."

"Blueberry yogurt today, don't forget." A smile.

"Well, i thought getting caught singing would be the highlight of my embarrassment" The blushing girl goes to change.

And another voice sings, a lot lot better as a harp plays

And in the hall of the hold, D'Lorean practices on her poor old harp but somehow it holds. There are better voices among the satyrs, but it is still a GOOD voice.

And the lyrics are nothing they've heard before

"The howl of the wolf under a dragon's wing, both are silver and of them I sing. Few know the beast like those who here dwell, yet you'll find they serve their mortal dreamers well. Hawks in the sky and dogs sniff the trail! Like thunder the horses over the fields they sail! Forgotten by most this half hidden place, yet there is heart behind the winter's face. If you are lost along Da'an's trail, seek out the lord wearing a wolf silver and pale. While he always will have pride as due, it maybe said he sees greatness in you."

And D'Lorean who claims her passion is first and foremost jousting put some work into more of the song

"The howl of the wolf under a dragon's wing, both are silver and of them I sing. Flowers abound in this winter bed. Blooming despite the tears that have been shed. Eye in the sky and claws on the glove, we can be ice if push comes to shove. Giants so tall to guard the gates! They've no time for long debates. Just do what they or their lord asks and things will be great. Fine food served on platters made by 'Gold, be the fanciest of dishes or just plain ole rolls. Steady hooves work with poise, the laugh of a 'Bell brings all much joy. Strong stone hearts and Fangs in a young wolf's hands can join in the frey. Mistake no one under the wolf's banner as prey! Other holds are larger,others shine bright, but do not mistake reserve for a lack of might. "

And a final refrain, "The Howl of the Wolf under a Dragon's Wing, both are of Silver, and of them I sing"

Bluebell is stunned, and presses her hands to her chest. "Shame, shame on you. You're trying to make me cry with your cruel words."

"Oh, hello, Bluebell, Julius asked if I played and I heard someone say nothing rhymes well with Wolf or Silver and well, I felt like challenged. Understand though, Jousting's my first passion. I worry it kind of bumps in the middle? Needs more back and forth perhaps? But I.. well you.. you liked it?"

THe harp she carries is an old battered thing ready to lose a string without constant care.

A cute blush, brown cheeks turning a dusty rose. "A bit in the middle that repeats so that folk can sing along?"

"Yeah , I used trail twice" A frown "Gota work on that"

"Wel, I don't GOTTA. I'm not a minstrel or Troubadour. What I might do is hand it over to Julius and tell him this is the rough draft, have at with the rest" A grin

She taps her chin. "On the trail, without fail, hearty and hail.... hunting for quail?" A frown at this, button nose squinched up! "Setting sail, beyond the pale, Please, Marigold, no more Kale." And she turns to give a petite shake. "Off we go now, in two shakes of a bun's tail."

"I like it. Okay YOU and Julius work on second draft" A grin "I think it would give you an excuse for.. you know"

Wide innocent eyes. "I am neither a bird nor a bee!"

"I thought you were the flower the bee landed upon" A grin from D'Lorean "But I a have a floral mind perhaps and..."

"D'Lavender." She teases.

Footsteps... and out comes Gwen, wearing the yoga gear, complete with I'd Rather Namaste in Bed shirt, "I'm sure about this. I mean, That I'll be an effective muser...what I will inspire other girls who have way too thick thighs?"

An encouraging smile. "You needn't worry. We are returning to a new era, remember, in days of yore, when the ladies cried out for Michelle Obama arms? I will merely show you how I work, your amusement may end up being a different park entirely. But the concept is fair across the board."

"Right right" Gwen says

a light blush

Dlorean ponders "D'Lavender. Mmm" Then a smile at Gwen "Relax. Powerful thighs are a boon"

"Shall we?" Bluebell checks a pocket-watch. Well, not really, that would by typecasting. But she does glance at her phone!

"Would you care to join us? We could strap you to the hood if you need the fresh air." Bluebell offers to D'Lorean.

"Oh, no, no thank you" DLorean says and the rabbit might sense more than a hesitation of inconvenience

"But you two have fun" She waves

Gwen waves back, and gets her mask "Ready"

Bluebell considers this, but gracefully accepts the decline. "It shan't expire."

And so they head out! Bluebell leads her to her car - it's not fancy, but it's a nice sedan, and has a COEXIST bumper sticker as well as one that says "Rise and WINE" The seat does go back, so it's not TOO cramped. A mask over her own face, and they head into town.

Gwen lowers the seat on a recline so she can make sure not to bump her head "So I just... watch you work, join in, and take mental notes. I can do that"