#baronyofthesilverwolf

"And yeah, the Baron and Baroness are something ELSE! And you too! I mean, it'd be cool to have turned out a hot elf, instead of a gnome - nocker - not-a-goblin - thing."

"You're not Goblin, clearly. Nor a Glome. I had wondered about that Gwen for a moment, but she's clearly a common kith, too. Nockers have their own power, once one looks past the exterior. We Sidhe may be made to rule the world, but Nockers are builders, and keep things running."

One plumed eyebrow lifts. "Boy howdy, did you take to THAT fast."

"Did you get lessons all night? I got a tour, but what's a Glome? And I don't think sidhe are that rare, if there's three..."

"Lavender said there's another nocker, but I haven't met her yet."

"I remember." He answers simply. "I've forgotten... a lot." A small frown at this. "My family, my name, my house... but of course I know what I am. It's in my soul, not muddied in with mortal worries."

He adds, "I'm sure that it works very well for you. You've probably had... maybe, dozens of lives already?"

"*^%@^&, I can't imagine trying to pay attention at school tomorrow. Sorry about Astronomy. But I got chem too, and I hear we get to make potato guns for credit. We could partner up in lab?"

"Dozens of lives? Oh, yeah, Gwen said something like that. I don't remember them, except I kinda do, maybe? My head feels full." A frown. "You forgot your house? Dude."

Bluebell drives... her ears drooping just a bit. "I have your addresses, don't worry." The pooka says in an attempt at being chipper!

"Your family? I mean, you got your sister, she's in college. Um. I don't really know your dad that well? I mean, your mom's nice."

Something seems to occur to Arty, and he is quiet for a few moments. "Yes, chemistry. I will be interested in what they teach."

Shuffle shuffle shuffle. Yes. Older sister, away at school. Brothers... that many? Two elder, one younger. Hm. Ignored, or overlooked? Helpful. Easier than making excuses.

"Maybe forgetting is temporary? That was a lot. Did you eat the food? Maybe fairy food makes you forget."

"Steward Marigold is a fine cook." He offers. "Did you try the little tarts?"

Memories offer themselves. A raucous, crowded table. Eating fast, before a laughing larger figure grabs something off your plate. They think it's funny. It's not funny. There is always enough, but that was mine...

"I mean, I know I'm not as STEM-smart as you are... but, like, I won't let anybody give you shit. And I know some stuff about chemicals - glazes are all about mixing things."

"Nah, I didn't eat anything. And see? My memories are intact."

"You must be hungry then!" He is surprised, the food was GOOD and they've been out there over night and most of the morning. "Bluebell, find a.... " flip flip flip flip - ah. "Drive through."

A pair of chocolate brown eyes peeeeeer at him in the rearview, as if to ask "seriously?"

She looks at Bluebell with new wonder. "Oh, I was rude! Sorry! Hi! You're a rabbit!"

"Terribly sorry, m'lord." Bluebell responds in a cheerful, apologetic tone. "See, this vehicle runs 'pon a track, and it only goes Hence and Whence. I cannot alter the course!"

She turns to give Katrina a grin, and view of her pert, bewhiskered nose as well, which twitches cutely. "Allo there, M'lady. Howd'y'do?"

"Wow." A shark-toothed grin.

"Oh right - Arty, we're gonna have to figure out a flower for you. There's a theme. And by damn, I respect an aesthetic."

"And I'll be okay, I can make a sandwich when I get home."

"A flower? Hm. Well, the rose is definitely not mine. I would know that much." He says, a bit dismissive of that. "Must I? Lord Aiden does not have a floral theme. Nor did Steward Julius."

"Hunh. Maybe it's just girls?"

A touch shy. "I dunno. I kinda like the idea. Having a special name for, y'know, this?" She gestures at her ears and hair.

"When you are sained, you will remember your name. I understand the frustration, though. What did they call you - Thistle? Sharp, yet bright. It's fitting. Perhaps I will choose a use name as well. Mortal King or not, I am unsure about 'Arty'."

"Man, you DID get the good 101. I guess because elves are fancier?"

"And yeah, Thistle." Her spirals glow a happy pink.

"Oh dear, choo choo." Bluebell has pulled in front of a house. A large ranch-house style, two stories, with a lawn. A bored looking elder teen is on the porch, and a little kid rides a tricycle up and down the driveway.

Seeing the car, the kid - no, the guy - maybe college age? Definitely out of high-school stands, and starts walking over. "Hey, dweeb, about time you got home."

"Arthur does sound more mature.... hey LANCE! You ain't gonna start SHIT, RIGHT?"

"Huh..., Oh, heeeeey, 'Triny." He leans on the car, and gives her a grin.

"Hey." She mimics a gruff guy tone.

"Little snot started it himself. He wasn't here and I got stuck watching 'Wain. It's YOUR day to babysit. I got shit to do." Does he? Looks like he still has his sweatpants on.

Apparently Arthur was not missed, until it was time for him to do something?

"Like what? Modelling for the Fall 2018 Stained Sweatpants catalog?"

"You know, if you smile a little more, you might make friends. Better than dorkus malorkus." He stands, and strides off. "Kids' your problem now, Arty."

"Hey!" Arthur starts to object, but the door is already closing. The tricycle wheels closer, and the 5-ish kid peers up. "Are you being a clown?" He asks, curiously. Looking at Katrina. Maybe it just refers to her hair?

"Yup. Totally a clown. Art-... Arthur, meet you before homeroom tomorrow?"

"Homeroom - got it." He looks down at the small boy. The small boy looks up, and then rides his trike back up the driveway. Arty follows, watching the boy closely. He was told to watch him. He will. At least, for now. Lest that ogrish oaf come back and cause trouble.

Bluebell wiggles her ears at the boy, whose jaw drops - just in time for the car to pull away. "Did you see.." The excited question is cut off as they pull down the street.

"Drive through, Lady of the Thistle? Or Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jig?"

"He... he can see us? Is that breaking the rules?"

"Children live in a land of make-believe. Bless, who would believe them?"

"I don't have cash on me, I really can make a PB&J."

"Peanuts, butterflies, and jellyfish? Alas, Marigold will weep."

A contemplative shift of her spirals, purple-blue. "Like how my gnomes were real? Yeah..."

"Well, no offense, but I don't wanna be like Arty and forget stuff, or get trapped there or anything..."

"Am I trapped? Alas! Are they fattening this rabbit up for the dinner table?" Blinking, worried?!

"So there is safe food?"

"Well, yes, and no. All mushrooms are edible, you see - at least once?" A smile. "Young Pendragon is not quite the same as I and thou. Sidhe, they are formed a bit differently, than us bog-standard common folk. It must be from having their noses so high in the air, it gets thin, and they don't get enough oxygen?"

"So... so because he's a sidhe, he's going through this different? And it's not the food."

"Brava!"