#baronyofthesilverwolf

Coming up on Carnival, Silverwolf is a flurry of activity! Bluebell on design, Marigold for the quick-work, and Julius as well helps out, ordering supplies and even pitching in with the sewing, demonstrating a surprisingly deft hand with a needle and thread. "Any bachelor who can't fix a seam on his own pants is a sad thing. And I was a bachelor for long enough to not want to be that sad sack." Despite lacking a dedicated costumer or seamstress, things are coming together nicely!

Even Briar is happily in a corner sorting fabric pieces - a LOT of red diamond pieces... and green? and maracas? And a BIG pair of shears. "Don't cut yourself, now." Marigold fusses.

Other members of the hold have stopped in and out - whispered ideas to the masters of fabric and needle, gathered supplies, etc. It seems that there may be a few surprises to be had.

"What do you think, Nadeen?" Marigold asks, shaking out a work of black and silver motley. "A touch of elegance along with the absurd... Add a fool's cap, and he should be good to go."

"mmm" She looks it over

"I think " she surmises "He'll look quite jaunty" Pleased with that. I know it doesn't quite fit in with cards but... may I offer this?" She takes a breath and pulls out what appears to be a cane "As an addition?" It is a jester cane or stick, the top of it having a plush wolfhead in a jestercap of his own, to wave around and the like

"A wolf, a wolf!" Bluebell calls softly in mock-terror. Marigold accepts it and looks it over. "A fine and fitting marotte." She says, pleased. "Did you make this yourself?"

A blush "I had advice from a wood worker who suggest a softer wood and sewing was well, it's a pattern " As if that explains "I suppose you could say I took note from the best I had at Rivervale"

The wolfhead is not dignfied per se... a novice seamstress will do that. But for Carnival, a lollingg plush tongue and googly eyes glued on fit

A smile from Bluebell. "It shall horrify and terrify all of the populous when waggled from the dread jester's hand." Reaching over to tap at it, and the eyes jiggle.

"Gweeeeeeeeeeeeen!" Briar calls, her voice just north of a whine. "This stupid fabric is BULLSHIT." Tugging at something wrapped around her arm, and there is a tearing sound.

Stomping can be heard as Gwen moves "What huh? OH"

Gwen says "I think you tore it"

A scowl. "This is stupid. Can't I just wear a hockey mask?" She has found some shiny green fabric that looks kinda like scales, and was trying to -- staple? It looks like? Diamonds all over it. "I was going for a Diamon-back rattler. Or maybe that Jabber-thingo. I like it's TEETH."

Marigold tuts, but she was already told off twice by Briar wanting to 'DO IT MYSELF'...

"Staples won't work... " Gwen tells her and seeing Marigold is blocked, she frowns, she's not the best at sewing though to be fair she doesn't stab herself anymore so that's a bonus

Nadeen ponders "I would think you'd like the idea of needle and thread, Brair. It's rather like the use of a harpoon.. you pierce the flesh of the enemy, in this case the cloth, going through cleanly, then the thread, like a chain or tether, pulls though the hole the point made, were it alive the pain would be immense. Then it yanks back, and forth, again and again, until the cloth is reshaped by the violation"

A scowl.... glaring at it... and then she shrugs. "I could try it your way. But if I stab my hand you're gonna get it for making me bleed my own blood."

She does pick up the needle though, and starts prodding at the fabric. Marigold whispers to Nadeen, "I'll clean it up before the party."

"Here" Gwen offers "I'll put my hand on the other side and..well, I got stone skin"

Briar shoves the needle through and it bends against Gwen's skin. "COOL!" Straightening it back out with her teeth. "See, I thought this big diamond on the head..."

Gwen holds still

It's messy, but it comes together!

Nadeen whispers to Marigold "Looks like it's fine, but thank you. a young redcap has her pride. I thought making it sound violent would appeal to her, sewing I mean"

Julius chuckles as he deftly snaps a string. "How is yours coming along, Baroness? Are you going for black and gold, or the traditional red?"

"Traditional Red" She says "Not my color but carnival is a time for playing a part isn't it?"

"Red and gold could be nice, with black accents. Black is beautiful..." Bluebell comments, resting a hand on Aiden's costume for a moment.

"Well, it needs some touches..." She says "I could get it now, I wanted to surprise the Baron"

a light blush at the confession from Nadeen.

Gwen meanwhile can be heard saying "You know, I can hear you whispering 'skew, dead troll' everytime you tap the needle against my flesh. You're not as quiet as you might think"

A chortle from Briar, she's actually having fun.

"Keep it for a surprise if you prefer." Marigold offers. "I'm sure it will be lovely, but if you want a hand, sometimes those hems can be tricky, just let us know."

"Well, Marigold, if you'd give me a few minutes then go to my room I could show you? See what you think?"

The boggan carefully moves the piece she is working on - something TALL and with black and white stripes? To one side. "I'd love to take a look."

Nadeen inclines her head "thank you" And goes to the guest room

When Marigold does go to see she will find the young woman in an outfit very much like this

Marigold is... stunned. She raises a hand to her mouth. "Nadeen, this is... it's so LOVELY. The only problem is that our Baron might have eyes only for you and not for our Carnival Queen." She beams. "Oh, I shouldn't have let that slip. But, no harm. We found a lovely housewife who could use a break."

A blush "You don't the pale make up is too much? I ..thought it victorian to do so" She seems almost shy "I... can't promise I don't hope to draw a certain Jester's eyes. But I'll support the Carnival Queen, of course. Perhaps I Should offer her the crown? "

"We'll have a crown and throne of her own... Oh, it's shame that we haven't more menfolk to wait on her, but we'll make do! She's a married woman, after all, but who doesn't like a little beefcake eyecandy, am I right?" Marigold gives a saucy smile. "We're hoping that word has spread through the Barony, we don't have MANY fae, not like some of the more metro areas, but whoever can come, I hope they do."

"I hope so too, I want to get a chance to make a good impression" She nods then "mm as for Menfolk" A thought then "oh no... I thought of some Rivervale fellows but with this being Sylvi's last big event I doubt they'd part. "

"Mmm. I trust your judgement, but inviting Gwydion-leaning folk up on Carnival for an Ailil lord? Sounds like it could be courting trouble. It's very exciting about Miss Sylvi, and so nice that you'll have a friend up here. Well, a friend from home, that is." Smiling. "Did you want us to formally announce you as Reeve at Carnival? It seems fitting as folk will all be here."

A realization and she winces "Well, that might be fitting, but I imaine any visiting sluagh might be alarmed"

"There aren't many local. There was one fledge a couple years back, but she decided to foster at another holding upstate. Sweet girl, I believe a niece or cousin of the town historian." And she rests a hand on Nadeen's arm. "You've not given us any reason to doubt that you can be fair and understanding to all kiths. I know that once they get to know you, they're sure to feel the same. ....I know some larger holds will have representatives for every kith, but I just can't imagine that with our little old selves." Tsking softly. "The paperwork alone!"

"I can understand that, and.. I understand duty. I'll do right by this historian. But I imagine we shall no be friends " She smiles "Thank you Marigold. I know how i probably looked first coming here. Full of ambition and admiring eyes for th hold.. but" A blush "Well, I'm sure you realize I've gotten rather attached to the people of this place mroe so even than the place itself"

A chuckle, and she taps her own nose. "Believe me, I can see it. And if I thought you'd meant ill by us, why, you'd have been given the rush like yesterday's recycling!"

"Jokes aside though, oh, I'm so glad you agreed to come stay with us. You're a breath of fresh air." The Boggan matron dares to come in for a hug, though she is gentle with the fabric!

"Oh " A hug back, gently "Thank you, Marigold. I think I can do a lot of good here."

Back in the main room, D'Lavender comes out with her heart shaped eyepatch as the knave of hearts, a female version of theoutfit worn in Burton's wonderland, with a jack of hearts card for a tabard

"Now, let's see. I know Bluebell and Julius are doing their outfits on a couple's theme... I believe my Gwenny and Dame Lavender have cards in mind. I suggested diamonds and spades to them, since it conflates a bit with spears and jousts, but we shall see. I was thinking a Club for myself..."

A touch uncertainy, she flutters her hands a bit around a bundle of cloth. "I know Carnival is for dress up, but is this too much for an old Grump like me?"

She shakes out a simplified version of this... "It's an old pattern, and at least modest, properly." But with hints of warm color tones.

"OH that's lovely" Nadeen approves

"I really like the waist band" She admits "It accents all the right things"

"Well, when you get to my age, some would say..." She stops, and chuckles. "There's no point in showing off stale cakes. But I suppose you can still admire the icing!"

A soft chuckle "Oh, Marigold. I'm a sidhe, I cheat, but if I didnn't have that edge, I'd hope to look half as good as you do. You're not old, you are just now so honed by time's grace as to be a Collectable of great worth"

That's almost sluagh-worthy praise, she thinks but does NOT express. Instead patting Nadeen on the hand. "I have to get back to working on our Queen's gown. Let me just say, without giving away the entire show... I think she'll look lovely in the pastel blue and white we've chosen." A wink and Marigold bustles back to work.

In the main room, Julius whistles appreciatively at Delorean, only to get a sharp elbow. "Oh, I'm sorry, your nose." The pooka exclaims, all apologetic.

"Id's otay." The Satyr grunts, rubbing his face.