#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Wake up, oh wake up! The clock has turned backwards, the sky falls in! Ever so lovely, the winter begins! Drifting, drifting, fa la la la la!" A soft shaking of Gwen's shoulder, and it's Bluebell that she sees awakening her.

"Uh wha huh?" Gwen pops up looking for her spear "Don't worry I'll save.. huh?" A blink blink blink

Bluebell beckons her to the door!

Gwen is glad she sleeps in her pjs (Truth she'd be mortified not to) "Do I need to get dressed?" She asks smoohing the comfy jams she suspects were at least altered by Marigold's own hands if not flat out made.

"Lest you fear the peeping eyes of Jack Frost, and oh, he could peer in the windows should he wish it so." She reassures Gwen, giving a bit of an eager hop.

"I don't know if that's a yes or a no so I'm gonna get dressed but real fast ,promise" She says and moves to do just that. Fortunately she always has clothes set up the night before for tomorrow, which works great, if Ivan doesnn't snuffle or Birar doesn't grab her under wear to mock it. She turns her back to her firend and pulls a wardrobe door to use for cover.

Bluebell hmmmmmssss impatiently but is too polite to object, though she bounces on her toetips eagerly.

Boom, shirt, jeans shoes... panic with the hair... fight fight fight.. who's the boss hair, you or me? I am, that's who! FIGHT.. there, done "Okay I'm ready" And she follows Bluebell

Bluebell leads Gwen to the front door, and opens it, ushering her through.

On the porch, the world... glitters! A late night frost and sugar-sprinkle of snow coats every leaf and stone, sparkling as the sunlight shines upon it.

"Now, aren't you glad to leave slumberland aside?"

A smile "It's beautiful, Bluebell" She admires

She smiles and curtseys, delicately taking one-two-three steps back. The pooka's steps leave footprints in the white coating on the porch that oddly does not sparkle underfoot...

"You said NOW!" Comes a triumphant chortle from... above?! And a sudden PUFF-FWUMP upon Gwen's head... and the world goes white.

Of course, Gwen STARTS to look up. Then ..whiteness

"HEY!"

Delicate giggling almost drowned up by wicked chortles, and by the time Gwen's eyes clear, she is alone on the porch. Covered in flour... but the trees, and the leaves, and the dewy frost on stones are still lovely, for what it's worth! And looking now, there is a lot of flour underfoot. More than just from her own dousing. Apparently Bluebell has been busy this morning!

"Ooh god, it's April Fool's. I'm officially going to shower and back to bed.. and never coming out"

Giggling and footsteps racing through the halls are heard in front of her, as she heads back in... and a soft voice, down the hall. "Oh, Lavender, flower of spring! You needs must come see what winter hath brought!" As Bluebell readies her next strike.
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