#baronyofthesilverwolf

Gwen didn't eat much that meal time, and went about her duties quietly. Went to bed early. Trolls can be stoic, reserved, but the word is withdrawn

She's a teenage girl, and she feels what she feels even if she hides it well

And then, at early in the morning, her eyes snap open and she realizes something "Oh my god, Bluebell" And up she gets. The wee hours or not, she seeks out the dancer

She finds her without needing to search for long. The portable ballroom has been set up on an East-facing wall, and this time it has taken the form of an airy studio, with large panes of glass that allow the rising sunlight to filter in over the treeline. It's a gorgeous view. A tablet set up to one side, recording as the Pooka stretches and bends her way through a yoga sequence.

Bluebell glances over as Gwen enters, with a small smile, finishing up. "...and that will conclude this morning's sun salutation. As my yogi instructors taught me in their Himalayan temples, stay warm today with a nice yak's milk latte. Namaste." The recording ends.

gwen waits, then when it seems there's no chance of tthe recording going wrong she says "I have to tell you something"

"Come, sit." She folds gently into a cross-legged posture on one of the yoga mats. "You are always welcome in my Sanctuary."

Gwen does sit, trying to match the pose but wobbling, then she starts to explain "Dame Calanthe is pissed at me. And I worry I brought you into it. I'm SO Sorry"

Pooka have the ablity to get people talking. Bluebell may be surprised that apparently here mere presence has the girl gushing at her, "She came into my room, see, and she..god her kenning is strong, she found the dross I got from that poor woman, Mrs. Chesterton? It was given to me, and DOCTOR Candace was out of town as her shrink . I didn't know, at least not at first, but ..."

And she explains everything. The way the poor mortal woman was being torn down, the dark nature of her drawing, tthe help Gwen TRIED to offer. The gift of the dross, then later, the Chancelior barging into her room without permission, going to her drawer and finding it. Her questions about Gwen's musing.. Gwen admits she mentioned her lessons from Bluebell . And then how she was dictiumed and helpless... and Ivan getting threatened after he bit her ugly ass phone and and ...

the troll's eyes get wet again

Bluebell wraps her arms around the larger girl and squeezes gently, as though she held something fragile and precious, and not a rock-solid Troll. A velvet ear is used to lightly wipe at her eyes. "Shh, hush now. You shall stain my ears with salt like an old tire left out in the winter."

She wipes at her eyes and nods and croaks out "And I didn't think about it, but she might come after you about your 'lessons' . And I... I don't know how to help Mrs. Chesterton and.. I'm sorry" She shushes

Her voice is gentle. "She cannot fault me for teaching you what she could never understand. Oh, she may feel, but I am in my right to help our fledgling fly." A soft sigh. "Your Miss, now, I do not know how. A dreamer claim is to be respected, even for one who shows no respect for anything sacred. But, do not despair. If there is a way, you can find it. Are you not strong, and built to protect? Seek those around her, and change what you may. Perhaps there is a way, without being seen as in Her way."

"I ..her sons. I... I can help them, and maybe they can help her" A pause "Uhm.. is there some fae rule against breaking a mortal's legs? Say an abusive husband? " A beat "Asking for a friend"

A thoughtful look. "Nay, mortals share no such grace from our Escheat. You would seek a Liam's tears, though even such may be swayed by greater need. Oh, I do dislike violence though." She pats Gwen's hands. "Create about her a light bright enough to cast out her shadows, and perhaps she will no longer appeal to the taste of other fae."

"You're right I guess, violence might only feed the dark" She looks at Bluebell, "By the way, thanks for teaching me that.. to seek the light in musing rather than the dark. I know everything has its place but... the wolf you feed you know?" A pause "or rabbit you feed?"

A light laugh, and she taps Gwen on the nose. "The wolves that fall become the grass, and even a Rabbit may feast."

A smile at that "in certain eastern tribes, the Rabbit is an even greater trickster and teacher than Coyote or Raven. Did you know that?"

"What a naughty rabbit that must be. Shame on them." She says, thought her eyes twinkle with delight.

"Everyone has one in the family" A smile "Thanks again, Bluebell. I feel.. a little less helpless now"

And a hug is given, not too squisshy. Rabbits is soft

And hugged in return! "Now now, it is time for Mindfulness. Shall you stay to meditate with Yogi Bindhi?"

"You know? I think I will" And she resumes the sitting stance. It seems our dear Pooka yogi has at least one face to face student after all

Gwen may be pleasantly surprised that this does not involve any contortions, or bends, or even stretching. They sit or recline, letting the warm sun play over them, with guided breathing and soft, gentle music. And by the time stomachs rumble for breakfast, perhaps some calm and clarity gained.

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