#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Abrazare, or the art of the embrace, the skill of wrestling - we may have but a BRIEF match, I am sure." And she gives Nadeen a hug.

Nadeen hugs back, "We Varich are very prone to accepting challenges. Don't talk so or I'll feel the urge to Sumo with you and neither of us have the bulk for it" A chuckle "Fine. I will be going to college, and I will look out for myself. Will that do, you big brute of a bunny?"

"I suppose one must settle for what they may." She beams happily. "But no classes on, say, Tuesday eve, as that shall be our dancing debut, one, two, and three." Winking to Blossom.

"You'll teach me some?" Blossom asks

"Tuesday nights free ? Mmm" Nadeen ponders but agrees "Very well"

Bluebell claps in delight. "It will be marvelous, you shall see. After all, we mustn't let our Blossom's calendar be wholly burdensome to the Dame Chancellor, she has her own work to do."

Calanthe has shown a bit of interest in Blossom, beyond the simple act of shopping.

"Calanthe's nice" Blossom protests

Nadeen's brows shoot up

"She pays attention to me, and teaches me manners" Blossom nods

"Did this Calanthe you talk to, happen to have a goatee?" Nadeen inquires

"Huh?" Blossom blinks

"Nevermind" Nadeen shakes her head, "I'm glad she's..treating you kindly" But WHY? is she?

"Of course." Bluebell nods to Blossom. "And thou art not a burden. It is simply that our Dame, she is very busy, it is kind of her to take time for you already. But sooth, we all wish to spend time with you, and one MUST be fair."

"Well, if EVERYONE Wants to be with me, I guess that's okay" the litttle girl says primly

"Such a sacrifice" Nadeen fights some amusement

"Oh! I had forgotten... a little bird told me that there was lunch for... someone. I forget who..."

"I suppose Briar will eat it if no one else arrives."

"Briar eats EVERYTHING..." Blossom is alarmed... "Pardon me, Baroness" She bows hastily "I don't want to starve"

"Practical" Nadeen agrees "You may go but say good bye to Bluebell as well"

"Good bye, Miss Bluebell. I will see you at dancing lessons" The girl waves ready to race off before Briar devours the table

"Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow..." She smiles to the centaur, waving her along.

And off the little girl trots

Nadee smiles "Adorable girl, bit of a sponge for flattery" Once said girl is gone "What do you think of her, and Rochollor?"

"I truly cannot say." Bluebell demures. "But were that I could? One might be glad that they have come to us, though for Rochallor, saddened that he did not come sooner. I fear, he nurses a wound that he imagines upon Blossom, that is actually within himself."

At that, a troubled look, "However grim the fear, I thank you for lettinng me know. He seems to have latched onto Briar.. oddly enough, both as target and choice of tormentor... I'm not sure why, but if he feels guilt for something.. maybe he looks o her for punishment?"

Bluebell looks concerned at this. "I am no nurse, to know how to heal such a wound. And yet, I will offer what respite I may."

"Well, if I'm guessing right, it's unnfair to Briar as well. She is a nightmare kith and works hard to restain herself, but such willpowe as required for her not to take bait would be hard for her. I really need to take that girl to more places. The butcher likes her but I can findn some rough entainment"

Then she remembers who she is talking to "I apologize. I shouldn't have mentioned.. ah, that profession"

Bluebell wrinkles up her nose a little, but shrugs easily. "Que sera, the life of prey is short and harsh - but sometimes, all the more sweet."

"oh for you, sweet but long if I have anythinng to say, one Day Julius will look into his lap only to find his hare has gone gray" A smirk

Blink, blink blink of big brown eyes, and then the corner of her mouth twitches - trying SO hard not to laugh at that one.

Nadeen's nose wrinkles , clearly pleased with herself

"Shall we retire as well, we old hares? At least, to lunch, anon?"

"Let's," A smile and she walks with her friend "I admit it, I'm looking forward to Tuesdays"

"Why, what's Tuesday? I hear sometimes Tuesdays are Fridays now. It's all very confusing."

A brow as that one eludes her "As long as I get to dance" And in they go

A fine meal awaits

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