#baronyofthesilverwolf

Blossom bites her lip and stamps the ground in focus.

"Are you sure you wish to do this?" Nadeen inquires looking at the array of obstacles set up.

"If a horse can do it, I can do it, Baroness. You watch!" Blossom adores attention and she charges forward towards the first, well, hurdle, that's what they are, short shrubs, bars placed at varying heights!

And she does it well, leaping the first low barrier effotlessly, then with a bit of a grunt going HIGHER with arms in a T like wings

"Impressive" Nadeen declares

The girl has to build up speed for the next one, taller bush

THAT one was close, she felt leaves tickling her belly, but the centaur made it

Blossom zooms about the make shift course

"If you hurt yourself, I'm liable to be fussed at" Nadeen mmms

And UP and over , up and over, up and over.. the last target, the three fer, done!

"I did it!" she beams

The Varich is impessed, "You did. Very well, Blossom"

"Thank you. I have to practice to get it just rigght for the Baron. I'll do it wearing the gear he's gifted me with" Blossom beams

"THAT would be.. ideal" She nods. "Now, go clean up. Mariggold may have some food for you"

Bluebell is waiting near the edge of the clearing, and claps softly as they finish the routine.

"Hi, bluebell!" Blossom bounds up "Did you see how well I did?"

"That's why she's clapping, Blossom" Nadeen says

Bluebell leans and cups Blossom's face lightly in her hands, and beams, brushing her nose on Blossom's with a grin. "The only one I could imagine doing better is my own self, and alas, I was born with too few legs."

"Well, sometimes you have four legs..." Blossom smiles at the praise and returns it "And you're VERY Quick"

"You should ask Bluebell to dance sometime, perhaps in her studio.." Nadeen suggests, then looks ot Bluebell "how goes it with you, Bluebell?"

A smile to Nadeen. "It's a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. So much rain, sturm und drang." The sun shines merrily.

"Perhaps Bluebell shall ask you to dance sometime. It is ever so lonely dancing alone. And dreadful to think of our dear Reeve becoming stiff and clunky from lack of proper streeeeeetching." At that last, Bluebell bends over backwards nimbly, her spin like a U as she touches her heels and then straightens back up effortlessly.

Nadeen's brows rise "You're baiting me. It's working, mind you, but I want you to know that I know" And she assumes a ballet pose.

"Careful now, we may need to bring in your Bridge that she stretch thy aching bones with the season's first butterflies and dewdrops." Her eyes dance merrily.

the Cenntauress watches both 'you BOTH dance?"

Looking over to Blossom, she asks, "Pray, can you hold your hands like so? Follow, if you can." Bluebell raises her arms.

"De Départ" Arms down, curved and touching by her belly.

"Cecchetti" Slightly apart.

"Arrondis Devant" Raised in front of her,

"Bras à la Ligne" Straight out to either side,

"en Haut!" Raised over her head.

Blosome tries "Du Depart... uhm... Cechghetti... Erondis Deviat.. Brasala Linguini ..ew hot!"

Nadenn covers her mouth

Bluebell smiles approvingly, "Perfecto!" Despite the language, how was the movement? Watching carefully.

Oh, it needs improvement...she tried to rush them too quickly and the curving of her arms was not entirely smooth

Nadeen goes througgh the same, almost flawlessly

"Bellisimo! Perhaps, if you wish, we may delight in learning a new style of dance, to rival even the Palais Garnier Opera...." She winks to Nadeen, "Or the Bolshoi Theatre, and Dressage both... Oh, but it would take work. And it CAN be unnerving, so many people all watching..."

Curious to see Blossom's interest level.

"People watch?" Blossom's eyes light up

Nadeen says "In some cultures, a skilled dancer can be as famous as any rock star"

"Only the truly cultured ones. Our Reeve is skilled in far more than Reeving." She says with a smile. "If only she had the time to dance for us, perhaps just once..."

"Bluebell, you are a terrible bully," Nadeen trhows her hands up "I have an auction to plan, I need to do some rounds to make sure the needs of the folke of the land are being tended to, and I needs must fuss over my paramour- You want me to dance as well? " But despite her dramatic huff.. she looks intrigued

"It is MOST important to remember when dancing, that you must not dance all the time, why, you would burn out and not have any energy to do important things, like work..."

Then she tilts her head, and asks curiously, "Shall this be an auction to the fair folk of Carthage, or to the fair folk of Carthage?"

"You should dance" Blossom assures the wilder sidhe "then the Baron will notice you, and pay attenntion even more, and maybe buy you nice things"

"Oh dear" Nadeen looks at the childling "Later, we're we will talk about how much one needs any person's attentionn and how that can be used against you," Then a pleased smile "But.. the Baron's attention is.. pleasant"

Then the Varich turns to Bluebell, "Fine, fine, I will dance. As for the Auction, I fear only the well off will be able to afford some of the items so it maybe more of the Financed Folk"

A soft laugh. "Just so. And yet, it IS an intriguing concept. T'were it to the Fair, thou might ask for donations from the well off, minor treasures that collect dust, to be auctioned, for dosh or dross? An opportunity to collect something new, whilst giving to those in need whose needs are dreams indeed."

Her eyes twinkle. "Perhaps NEXT Auction? Why, an auction is but an excuse for a ball, and a ball means waltzing, which you may involve thy paramour in, yes? And someday our Blossom may wish to make a debut on stage.... ah, some distance, but it is my Beaumayn blood, I see her doing great and wonderful things."

Blossom is almost bouncing on her hooves

"A ball.. mm ... " The Reeve ponders "Well, I suppose one might consider it. "

"As for your point, I had thought of hte procceeds going to pay for the autumn needs of the changelings in the area.. scholarship debts, mortgages, such things that can loom to undo."

"You must take time to care of thy OWN scholarship debts, no?" Her head cants gracefully to one side, velvety ears lightly flopped over.

"My grades are quite good and I have scholarship options, others aren't so fortunate," Nadeen informs her "Ai.. the Baron trusts me to do Reeve duties, and a Reeve's duties are relations being seen to on his behalf" The young woman lifts her chin imperiously "I will be victorious on his and their behalfs, and in so doing, know victory as well."

"Just so. Why, the options are practically as good, could is the same as would and done?" She bows gracefully to Nadeen, her tone gentle. "I am but a silly rabbit, but I wouldst not find you sitting sadly someday a throne of should and woulds. Delegate, if thou must, but do not neglect thy own options, for it would offend greatly those here that look up to you."

"I don't understand" Blossom looks at them both

Bluebell bows gracefully to Blossom. "My apologies, young friend. I will try to speak clearer, when I speak in tongues."

"BLuebell worries for me, and is concerned for me" Nadeen tells the girl, and she moves to bluebell "Ever was a jester's roll to call truth to power by hiding it behind humor. And ever was a friend's task to fuss when they worried. Oh Bluebell, you have so much going on in your own life and you still take time for me. May I hug you and thus threaten the ancient customs of imperial indiiffence?" A smile