#baronyofthesilverwolf

MEANWHILE...

Bluebell rubs at her long ears, giving Julius an incredulous look. "Say again?"

The satyr straightens up from where he was peering under a couch. "I don't KNOW where he went! I thought he was fine. I gave him a book to read..."

"He is TWO! He cannot read!" Her voice not even holding any falsehood in her ire. "You were to watch the boy, not set him aside like a forgotten bunny after Easter's delight!"

The satyr's temper prickles as he straightens up too quickly and bonks his head on the bottom of a coffee table. "You're the - OOOF! You're the one who decided I should babysit! I had paperwork to attend to. How should I have known he would get bored and wander off?!"

"You should know because you should know! When our nest is full-" She starts, only to be interrupted.

"That's another thing! Who decided we were having kids? You never asked me! Don't I get a say in this? I never agreed to a pack of ankle-biters..."

Bluebell is taken aback without an answer. Julius continues, "Well? Did I? Well?"

And then Bluebell blurts out, "Well? WELL!" And races away. Julius watches her go, baffled, then turns, and continues his search of the inner rooms.

Bluebell runs herself ragged to the spring garden, where she anxiously checks that no missing toddlers have fallen into the fountain - or indeed, the vine-laced, moss covered and closed wishing well within an overgrown copse. Still covered and untouched, she finds.

Eventually the word that the boy has been found and taken home by his mother reaches both the pooka and the steward... individually, as they are not speaking to each other at the moment.
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Lavender is not a boggan, she does however, have ears. And something is wrong in happy couple land.

There were, she thought, raised voices. That's not the worriesome part. It's that it got quiet

Kith or Sex, Kith or sex... she wonders who to seek out first.

Julius's office door is closed, though she could always knock - light seems to be on within.

The dancer statue is set out on a hallway, next to the doorway that is only sometimes present, showing that the Studio/ballroom is in use.

Lavender takes a breath, and goes into the dance stuido

As might be expected, Bluebell is within. The pooka doesn't immediately notice Lavender, as she is involved in a dance. It's not her normal ballet routine - gentle, flowing, light. Her movements faster, frenetic, and with sharp turns and twists. The music is a thumping beat, and she is working up a sweat as she moves across the floor.

Lavender wishes her legs allowed her to dance like of old. Maybe SHE Should aks Sylvi for a spring use? But nah. Insead, she watches. If she didn't know anythinnng else before... she'd know somethingg was wrong now. It is as the great Guru Shakira once said 'Hips don't lie'

The song ends, and Bluebell slides to the floor, catching her breath. She reaches for a towel, then notices someone at the door! For a moment she seems about to wad up the towel and huck it at Lavender, but then she blinks, and uses it to wipe down the worst of the sweat. Nope, it's THIS goat, not THAT goat.

"Not your usual style of dancing" Lavender notes

Bluebell steps over, patting at her arms. "Perhaps I seek the unordinary. Perhaps the usual no longer appeals, and I must seek elsewhere for my heart's content."

"Perhaps " Lavender nods "But did you truly enjoy that dance, or was it another passion you were either feeding or seeking to get rid of?"

A frown. "And what would a satyr know of passion? A creature of base need and needlessly base, focused on thy own desires? What would such a one care of a marli tharn?" She shoots a look at the door, perhaps her cutting words not intended for Lavender herself.

"Ouch" Lavender says anyway, touching the spot over her gut as if she got punched, "I know that wasn't for me, but ouch," The knight says "Bluebell, sweetie. What did he jackass with horns do? or not do? or say?"

"What matters what he says, or says not, when all I hear is a passing of wind, and we all know from whence that emerges." She sniffs expressively. "Though sensible, when it is below he does his thinking, groin or hind, as suits him."

"He made an ass of himself" She translates, "Maybe even raised a stink. Bluebell, you're a hot chick with the moves, but we both know if Julius were just wantingg a girl for Booty Duty, he'd be with some bimbo like that " She snaps her fingers, "But he's not into the two dimensional. You might like the wham and bam as much as any madame, but it's the poetry and depth in him that colors your eggs and you know it. "

"And so I shall lay all my eggs into one basket, from which there is no warmth for them to hatch?"

"No warmth?" She's stumbled onto something here' "And hatching? " A brow "What set this off.. .I mean, what incident got the fight going?"

"He does not listen. But to that which suits his ears, and when he has heard enough? Fah! He is fortunate indeed that no harm came to the small one, lest rage take him down from all sides, from high to low."

Her arms cross in front of her, hugging the towel to herself, as she glares down at the polished studio floor.

"Twas not my fault."

"Oh my gosh, is this about Rian?" Lavender's eyes widen "Or started about Rian?"

"All he had to do was watch, mayhaps talk, heaven forbid play or listen. But a joy becomes a chore, when you're a horn-headed fool. And then lost, away, when my head upon the block should he fall to woe?"

"HE was the one in charge of Rian" Realization "And you got chewed out for it"

"A coney is meant for chewing, it is all of our fates in the end." She brushes this aside. "A fate I welcome, but that it should not have come to pass as such. I would gladly bear it, gladly, if not for the reason." Her chin trembles. "How can one who buries himself in papers be so far off on his own page?"

"I can make excuses for him, but I don't know. I do know you are not a dumb bunny, and you didn't fall in love with a full time jerk"

"You fell in love with a kind warm guy. Mmm is it possible he's ..scared?"

"A rabbit is a beast of fear and fleet fleeing." She reasons. "He is a stubborn goat." Small foot stomps on the ground. "Mayhaps he should get his wish and run off with some.. some Bimbo, and more joy to him, from him to her, and her to him, and never the more amongst them. For if I shall be alone, I shall be alone by myself, rather than alone with him."

A brow "Wow, he realllly stepped in it didn't he? I wish I spoke pooka better. But I see he's shaken you. Can I give you a hug?"

"It shall shatter my bones, but somehow I will bear it. Though, I fear I am less than pristine." The towel aside, Bluebell still worked up quite a sweat in her exercise.

Well, sweaty or no, she gives a hug, "You, me, later, ice cream and a bad movie of your choice"

And is hugged back. "You choose the ice cream, and I shall find a movie." Releasing, she looks at Lavender curiously. "And yet, what brought you into my den? Did you wish to dance? Fie, and here I am, dancing upon your ears instead."

"I'm a knight," She says as they part, "I fight for chivalric ideas... including romance. It sounds silly, but I have the dream to guide me. Two lovers are parted, lost in a wood, and feeling accursed. What am I to do as a knight but try to offer a hand up .. or in this case, a movie and an ear? Besides, beats white washing the stable"

"Will you not dance with me, then?"

"I don't dannce like I used to..." She says, wonderinng if Blue bell knows "I.. I have an old leg injury..." She bends to show were a ligament might be buried on her own leg "See this? It's why I don't run full tilt. I stress it, not always, but every now and then, it locks up and I go lame in it. Small steps, little whirls, not too bad but for too long or really hoofing? It.. well, it just means chance rolls some dice and eventually I'm clutching my leg in pain and embarrassment."

"Horses don't trigger it, different parts are used for that" She explains

"How sad." She kneels, lightly touching Lavender's leg. "For many, should a horse go lame, it would be time for the last truck to take them away. Truly, I am glad you are here, where the truck does not come. Where the lord of the land sees value beyond a game leg, or in an old nanny, or a silly rabbit. Even in a stupid goat who cares only for himself. Ah, I'm being selfish." She sniffs. "I will speak to him, if he will listen. But... not now. He may stew a bit more, for I am not so gracious. And we have ice cream yet to eat."

"We do" A nod "And yes, on a horse i feel... whole" She admits then chuckles "Definitely. He can cool his hooves for a bit."

"Then I shall shower away the dance that danced away my anger, and then we shall dance in a sea of confection and the cheesy romance of the blind who do not see what their hearts desire, until two hours into the film."

"As was foretold in the prophecy" A smile "See you at .." And she names a time

Bluebell nods, and starts cleaning up the studio. It may be a room of magic that vanishes and appears at her pleasure, but that doesn't mean it should be put away dirty!

And Lavender takes that chance to go bother Julius