#baronyofthesilverwolf

Gwen smiles at her horn hanging in a place of honor in her room. She plans to take it with her, but italso makes a proud decorative piece.

She put it right next to the big poster with flowers, thunder clouds, and a smiling woman.... which reads Roses are red, Storm Clouds are Gray., there Is No War in Ba Sing Se"

The room she's been given is hers, all hers. And she's put some touches on it to make it more so

She reaches for a pencil and blinks. The eraser has been bit off.

Actually, a cup of pencils and EVERY eraser has been bit off

"Damn it," She calls out "Briar, stay out of my room.. and don't eat my pencils just to see if you can!"

“Wasn’t me!” She bald-faced lies in a shout back. “Ask Calanthe- she don’t need no eraser cuz she never makes mistakes!” A chortle.

"EVERY ONE of them" She says

A belch in response.

Bluebell softly scolds in passing, “She who eats erasers may not be used as tasters.” A sniff of the air. “I smell cranberry sauce. With ginger!”

"THANK you" She calls out to Blue bell, then calls out "I get that SOMEONE loves testing her new teeth.... but they can do it with their own stuff"

“But then my stuff would be all broken.” Her reasoning is sound.

"It might end up broken ANYWAY....by a clumsy troll. HInt hint"

“Ufhghhghghgh FINE. but someday when you’re in trouble and trapped in a prison of impenetrable bars and ask me “Briar pretty please bite me out, I’ll remind you, hey! Those are YOUR BARS!”

But she laughs. What redcap could really be in anything other than a great mood on a day made for FEASTING?

She sighs, and lets it go. If she hadn't had teeth for a while, workable ones, she'd be a bit eager to test them out too.

The dining room table is set- normally they just eat in the kitchen, or Marigold always has sandwiches, pasties or grabbable meals ready for those on the go. But today, perhaps in trial run for the upcoming party, one of the larger tables is set, and Gwen is conscripted in carrying dishes! “I’d ask Briar to help, but it would be too much to expect of her, to carry the food in BEFORE dinner and expect it to arrive intact.”

Dressing up in garb that looks a bit Native American Ceremonial...she smoothes things out and wears gloves so her fingers don't 'shed' anything into the food. And she starts carrying dishes in a pretty good mood

It’s a fairly standard feast. The roasted bird with all the trimmings, and pumpkin pie to follow. “I’m sorry it’s nothing special. But I wouldn’t want to spoil you for tomorrow.” Nothing special apparently includes taters, gravy, rolls, squash, beans, two different kinds of pie...

"Oh gosh... a feast will just have to do" wryly

Places are set and everything is ready. Linnea seated nearest the door- between patrols, but always alert.

A spot for D’Lorean set where she can chat with both Danica and Gwen- not that the table is so large that they can’t all easily converse.

Julius is finishing up some final notes at the table until Bluebell politely informs him that he’s about to have gravy served upon them.

Calanthe has a seat near the head of the table, and Marigold closest to the kitchen, and Briar next to Gwen, as is best.

Dolph from the stables gave his regrets, but is attending to mortal affairs.

Otherwise, Everyone is there! Well, perhaps not. A few seats at the head of the table remain empty. Julius and Marigold exchange glances, and finally the satyr clears his throat and offers, “If you’d like me to carve?”

D'lorean has gone out more than once for groceries

"Where's the Baron?" D'Lorian asks

Uncomfortable glances shot across the table, some unseen battle of who gets to speak up. Finally Bluebell offers, “We gather in thanks of those here today. But not all are here, and he sits before a smaller table.”

A sigh from Calanthe. “He’s in one of his moods. You’d best get used to them.” Matter of factly.

Gwen bites her bottom lip

"Well, that seems unfortunate" Dlorean says

Danica frowns, but it’s Julius who speaks in defense. “I’d hoped this year might be different, but... he’s come a long way, we shouldn’t push. He agreed to your party tomorrow.” He reminds Calanthe as he starts to carve the Turkey.

“Lord Aiden always spent Thanksgiving with his wife, and her mortal kin. Your kin as well, Lady.” He reminds Calanthe. She sniffs. “Pass the rolls.” Briar watches, her fingers drumming with impatience on the table top.

"Wait.. one moment" Gwen rises "Don't worry, I won't. I won't bother him"

Briar hisses, “the turkey will get cold!”

"You've got erasers to tide you for four minutes.." And a yule card is broken out early.She didn't realize it might fit. She slides it in through the door to his room. Hoping he'll find it

As she approaches the door, she sees a light on down the hallway, in a room she’s never seen in use before, gleaming through the cracked door.

The note is a card she 'made' partly by taking pictures of various flowers from the internet.. and the words scripted "Her Garden Remains, and her Love Endures . Thank you for letting me be part of it- Gwen"

And she... slips it through the crack

There doesn’t seem to be a response.

She peeks in..s he shouldn't

It seems to be a small sitting room. Bookshelves line the walls along with a fireplace, unlit and cool. A teatable arranged just so between chairs, one of those squishy armchairs big enough to curl up in at just the right angle to catch sunlight from the big bay windows for much of the day. Currently, a figure sits in a chair pulled aside facing away from the door. A pair of wine glasses set on the table - one full and untouched before the empty chair, and one partially drank. A candle lit on the table top casting the light she saw through the cracked door.

She holds for a moment, makes a heavy foot step sound... and then walks away

His hand reaches for the bottle, to refill - and he pauses, looking up at the sound. But she’s already stepped away. And just in time, because Briar is waving at her from the bottom of the landing.

“You’re missing the best part! Calanthe wanted to get started and Marigold told her we wait until everyone is seated, and when the dame fussed Mari told her that if she doesn’t like it, she can set her OWN table!” Briar whispers in urgent glee when Gwen is in earshot.

"COming coming" Gwen hiss whispers at her...and moves "Crap oh I didn't mean to start a fight"

“Maybe they’ll get into a fight!” Briar says almost at the same time, though her voice is gleeful.

And Gwen almost RUNS to the table "So sorry"

Bluebell pouts a bit, her attempt at some jest to diffuse tension having failed, but Julius succeeded, by bringing forth the wine and filling her glass, which was distraction for long enough for a Gwen to arrive, as each glass had to then be filled for a toast. Even Gwen and Briar have glasses, though watered down to varying degrees.

Her Troll-Dar feels as much as sees Linnea and Danica relax by degrees as the tension fades. Julius offers the honor to Calanthe of the first toast, which further placates her.

"Oh good. So glad I didn't miss the Dame's toast" Gwen says. Lying? not if it means the flattery works and makes it smoother

D"Lorean is actually still snickering at Julus' jest

Clearing her throat. “Let us give thanks to that which the year has brought. New friends and allies, new connections and ties. May we continue to grow stronger as a hold, and gain the recognition Silverwolf deserves. Here’s to looking forward, and not letting the past hold us back.” She lifts her glass.

Glasses are raised, though more than one brow as well. Julius adds, “Yes, a toast to our new blood. To Gwen and Delorean, and to Briar freshly blooded once more.” Emphasizing on the growth, and not the other remark.

"Hear hear" D'Lorean grins

Gwen raises her glass and sips. She hopes she didn't make the Baron's hurt worse, but maybe it helped? She wants to protect him but how do you protect people from that sort of thing?

Glasses clink, and they drink, and are refilled! Marigold adds her own, “To friends we hold dear, no matter how far. In our hearts they are always at our table. Now please, Julius, before we have to get Briar a new plate.” The boggan teases, Briar wouldn’t have really eaten the plate. But she looked tempted. More toasts follow throughout the course of dinner, but at least they can EAT,