#baronyofthesilverwolf

As the waves of glamour fade, Arty shivers with a cold that isn't truly present in the late summer heat. They are in a Library - even trashed, it's a place of dreams, and yet he starts to look strained. "It is cold. I did not think it would be so cold here."

"Whaddya mean cold?"

She looks up and over, and seems taken aback. "Uh..."

Arty's voile is fine silk and leather, something that would look proper for minor nobility at a Renaissance fair...

Ears delicately pointed, and skin that shimmers like spring dew on flowers...

Blink. Blink. PINK spirals.

"Yes, Lord...it's chill in itt's way, but that's all the more reason for you to come with me, please" A look at Katrinan's pickeningg and she admits "Right there with you , Sister"

"Why are you calling him that? What happened? Why are you a rock? Why does my head feel so FULL?"

Only a moment's hesitation. "You may lead me to your Hold." He is stiffed at by a stiff-legged Ivan, who is unsure if he might still want to growl at this kid.

"Like, no shit, there I was, reading some dreck, and it was like all of a sudden everything was like the got-damned Fourth of July on acid. Like, PEW pew pew."

"Ivan, protect them.." ALl business, then Gwen looks at Katrina "You're a changeling, you see the world of dreaming as well as the world Autumn... I wish I had sensed it. It's really an amazin world. I promise"

"Arty is a glowstick, so maybe a rave insteada... anyways..." A quick sidelong look at Arty, but he's too shiny to lay eyes on for long.

"Shoo, hound." He says, and shoos at Ivan with his staff. Staff? A black staff, or cane, rather, with silver shod ends.

"...I'm a what?"

"Did you get hit with the sparks? I think I got hit with the sparks..."

"I got hit with the sparks a year and a day ago... come on, you migght like being a nocker.. just.. stop looking at me like you're trying to find out if I'm water proof"

Ivan humphs , but will guard Stick lord and Spiral girl... at about 6 feet distance

Delorean has made it to the door!

"Hey!" She pulls at her jacket, closing the garish garment... indeed, she is now clad in a MOTLEY of brights and blacks.

Her hair was already neon, of course.

"Oh wow" D'Lorean says "Darn it... Gwen, I mean Gladiolas, you beat me to him... them?" A brow "A twofer?" The horned woman grins

"Whatchoo talking about my knockers?"

"The Guardian has promised us guidance and Haven." The young sidhe - no, a wilder, for all that he's not very tall, says to the Satyr Knight.

"She has spoken true, Noble, I'm Dame Lavender D'Lorean, in service to Baron Aiden of Silverwolf. " She bows "I have a horse ready to carry you there fast if you like"

"Um."

"Um, Gwen?"

"She has horns and hooves..yeah I know" Gwenn says "And Nocker, it's not about your torso, it's your..kith, what type of dream you are"

"Yeeeaaahhh... I think maybe I'm gonna head home now. Cool?"

"You cannot go, it is cold and filled with dangers out there. You must attend to us." Arty looks at Katrina expectantly.

"Katrina.. come wiht me please" Gwen tells her, "And I'll tell you why. You wanted a Kiln to use? I know someone who might get you one"

"I don't want no furkin' kiln!"

"How about I show you a clay gnome?" A brow

"One that TALKS" She adds

Her spirals cycle back to red. "You funning me?"

"I am not" Gladiolas assures her

"I told you that in confidence!"

Arty looks baffled.

Angry tears! "Don't you (*&@^% make fun of me!" A computer sparks and smokes!

"Oh shit oh shit.." Gwen moves to her " iwasnn't makin fu I mean.. you dreamed so hard you made him alive.. it's true, okay? It's true"

"They were dreck. Formless, grotesque, stupid, dreck. Like everything I make!"

Her spirals, so fresh and bright, waver on her cheeks.

The bright red tinged to darker, bland grey.

"Oh that's BULLSHIT" Gwen huffs "You have talent.. you have vision nand you ahve skills and that anal retentive asshole was tryin to crush your dreams. "

"Art's supposed to be beautiful"

"I thought it was, and sometimes art is provocative, or makes you think or feel strongly.. I don't claim tto know art well but I LIKED your stuff now please... justt trust me for an hour?" Gwen holds out her hand

D'loreann is taking Art's arm if he'll allow

"I... This is a messed up dream. I think I wanna go home."

Arty takes the Arm, but speaks up to Katrina. "What does some mortal know of your art? We are souls of Arcadia, rulers over dreams. If you created something, then it would be marvelous..."

He swallows a bit, and shrugs, looking a bit more like 'Arty' for a moment. "I mean, if you'd show me, that is. I'd like to see it."

"Come with us." He says, and it's not entirely a request... though he may not realize it.