#baronyofthesilverwolf

Gwen blushes at something. Remebering Sylvi's hints before that Colton was taken. I think she's got him hook line =and sinker, not that she ever really worried. She was actually cool about it

"Bluebell, this is Colton, Storm of Darkgate. Storm Colton, I'd like you to meet Bluebell. Do you remember? She did that brilliant dance at Pennons."

"Oh hell. Why do I have a sinking feeling dancing is coming?"

Bluebell releases both arms when they reach Colton so that she can curtsey in a way that may make even a sidhe sigh, so delicate are her motions.

“There was a Storm at pennons, but this one is not nearly as fearsome.”

Her motion catches Adam's attention for a moment and he watches.

“Unless you wish it so, then far more so, O Storm.”

"How could I forget?" Colton says "While I have my bias towards my lady" A smile at Sylvi, then back "You were amazing, Bluebell" And he inclines his head at her curtsey

Gwen looks at Dagmar "I think if we sneak slowly..." A Whisper

Sylvi grins, and for a moment ruefully feels about as graceful as a large sack of potatoes.

Julius trots over to Delorean and gives her a grin. “Can I count on you to take a turn on the Jukebox? I have to go see where Cassy got off to.”

"I keep telling you I'm not that good, but.. I'll give it a shot" A smile and D'lorean goes to get her harp

"Woo, D'lorean!"

Sylvi looks to Colton. "When did you get here?" She's tempted to reach out and take his hand, but not during introductions.

"We came in late... but veiled and Wudlig's machine had a .. " He pauses before he says glitch "There was a snag. Slowed us down at the last part. I went looking for you but I guess we looped around and I lost my chief and oh well..." Hapless look

A blink. "Hewitt's missing?"

"And where is the Baron and Sir Sergei?" Calanthe asks with a pout. Feeling the absence of Proper Sidhe Male Company for dancing.

Julius stops and turns. "I can go find THEM then, Dame." Amused. "But I only have the two hooves.

His eyes roll to the heavens at the sound of the missing Chief. "Let me be a Steward, I said. It sounds more fun than a bard, I said!"

"I think he's just changing clothes. I think." Adam offers.

Briar adds, "With a great big PIG!"

"Right here, lass... sorry" The chief is not in the proper place, rather talking over a cup of coffee with Linnae "I did have to change some clothes. Then Igot to chatting"

"Oh, okay. That's a lot better than missing-in-action...." But then Briar adds on, and she says, "...I think."

Briar chortles and resumes cutting a swath through the food. Perhaps Marigold didn't make too much after all, but she's bound to slow down.

A smile, and she turns to greet him. "Hello, Chieftain Hewitt. It's good to see you. Oh, I don't know if you've met Adam, from EarthRunes? And this is Bluebell, from here at Silverwolf."

"Connor, did you get to say hi to your friends?"

Adam bows again. "Chief."

He nods! "Briar could bite me all up to bits, except she promised not to, so we're still friends." He gives Briar a thumbs up across the room.

"Cool." Hair-ruffle.

Tail-thump!

"Adam, Lad. Good to see you again. And Bluebell. I have heard I must ask a jig of you and enjoy" The Chief says "And how are you, Sylvi? Plan on stealing my Storm for a jig or two yourself?"

"Oh, at least," she smiles. "I hope you brought your dancing shoes, Colton."

"Well, it sounds like orders from two folks I work for" Storm Colton smiles a bit

"To market, to market... and with a wild boar, home again, home again, come once more?" Bluebell greets the chief and... thanks him for the gift, perhaps?

"Ah, that wee piggie... nasty suckers wild boars, uproot the land they will...." He assures Bluebell

Sylvi grins at Colton approvingly.

"And you huffed, and you puffed, and blew him all the way to SilverWolf."

"Where he shan't tarry and tear up OUR garden no longer."

"You did not" Gerd might speak a bit too loudly to Wudlig at another part of the table

Wudlig shushes her

"Chief, how did you take the boar?" Adam asks politely.

A glance over at Gerd, a little hint of concern.

"Lead with the spear throw, then hammer to the head." Hewitt says "I won't go into details, as there are ladies present, and they might either be put off their digestion.." A wink "or tell me how I should have only needed the spear if I'd done it right"

Linnea comments, "Always double-tap. Just a spearstuck pig can look done for, then rise up to gore you." Nodding in approval to the Chief.

Seven more steps, and you're in the hallway, Gwen. Slow and easy Steep closer to the hall to escape dancing before it starts

Adam nods. "It can't be an easy creature to meet, even wounded, close enough to take it down with a head-strike."

"Have you met Prima Donna?" Bluebell whispers to Gwen. When did she get over there? Gesturing to the statue of a dancing figure that sits against a wall.

Sylvi was about to get insulted at Hewitt's omission of the ladies from such a conversation...but he gets a full approving grin as he finishes the thought.

"Ah, just so" He says to Linnea "Truth, Lass. I wish more had your good wisdom"

"And thank ye, Adam, the boar is a stubborn foe to be sure. Not as stubborn as a troll or a scott but up there in the ranks"

"You're welcome to it when you join us for some of that good boar. You've never had pork until you've had it the way Marigold slow roasts it." Linnea says with a grin. And snorts as Chief describes trolls -but he's not wrong.