#baronyofthesilverwolf

So.. School as a sained person. In a way, it helps. Gwen knows who she is. She feels more.. confident? Yes, definitely. She moves trhough the halls with suriety

Unsained, however, is more confusing. Places of warmth and light, yes, but dangerous pits of cold - things that scare or hurt which had seemed mundane before. Distractions as butterflies and big red dogs manifest around the elementary kids - things nobody else seems to notice!

If Gwen sees Trina, she walks close and mutters "Hey, how you holding up?"

"Everything looks so furkin' different! I didn't expect that... and look!" She tugs at her jacket - to fae eyes, it has been imbued with whorls of color and cog accents. "My clothes!"

"Voile, and keep the voice down" a smile though "it's a whole new world, or rather, the world as it is an so few see. Our lives are living vision quests now"

"Or extended mushroom trip. I swear, I only tried those once..."

"Wow, cool.. i mean, probably dangerous but.. yeah cool" she has to admit, clearly a bit more straight laced in some ways and now a bit envious. "Hey, did you hear I'm getting adopted?"

A big grin

"What? No! Yeah?"

"Yeah... I mean, I imagine there were legal snafus... being a Native American there are some laws that make it hard to adopt me if your'e not Native American yourself, and I'm old enough I could go for Emancipated Minor, but.. I love Marigold and she's..she's the best"

"Oh - I haven't met her yet. Arty did."

"But she's cool? You're happy?"

"oh, you haven't met her?" A surprised look "Well, she's..older than most moms but I'm okay with that, but she's very cool. She's one of those folks who has a really big heart" A smile "And yeah, my old family life wasn't so good so.. this is great. Has been great for awhile, but now it's official"

"Official is good." Gwen might notice a little chimerical badge on Trina's lapel - black, embellished with a silver wolf and stars.

"Hey, nice bling" she notes, "Did you met the ..the boss and boss lady?"

"Yeah. Shit, they're... something. Got my head all gozzywobbled, looking at them. Like staring at the sun, you know?"

A low whisper "I know right? It's not like you really get used to it so much as you get used to not being used to it. I saw the boss angry once and it was like a religious moment or something, thank the creator he wasn't mad at me. I'm still not as braced against the boss lady. It's like that... 'if you died now, but the last thing you saw was my face, you'd be glad for the honor' ." SHe is perhaps exagerating but not by much then "With Calanthe it was like you worried she was angry she was left out of the baby's birthday and she doesn't even LIKE babies"

"I mean, they seem like... benevolent terrifying dragons?"

"Arty was real weird on the ride home. I think he's taking it harder."

"Yeah that was a ...that's a good metaphor" SHe says "Ah, yeah, arty is.. gonna be very different from now on. "

"I don't feel that different. But then, I'm not nine foot tall. Do you get a different weather system up there?"

A snort, "I prefer to think of it as being closer to heaven than you"

A grin slips "I think you'll find some things different. Even in areas you didn't study for before you may find anatural knack."

A bit of a commotion over at the far end of the cafeteria.

"I'm just saying, you're being WEIRD, is all." Sounds like.. JB? Yep, and Chuck, and a few other jocks gathered where they normally sit camped out by the vending machines before class starts.

Oh, and there's Arty! What's he doing with THEM?

"Some kinda shanda..." She goes to see.

"Huh?" Moving along

"What is he, gay or something?" That from Flynn - enterprising Freshman, hanging on the outskirts of the Jock crowd. Important to ingratiate yourself into a Clique early on. "I mean, he's just STARING at you, Chuck. Like, like he wants to jump your bones."

Arty frowns. "I'm not particularly pleased right now, no."

"ohhhh, is the freshman a homophobe? Oo, so edgy! What, do you reddit, Frosty?"

"I'm not the one drooling over the QB like he's a stack of hotcakes." Flynn snickers.

Arty gets a hint, and shakes his head. "No, I'm not attracted to him." A bit of a lie there, he certainly was. "Not in a... privy manner."

Cheeks a little red - not seeing anything wrong with the concept of being with a man, but the discussion in general is a bit uncouth. What are they, Satyrs?

Chuck looks a bit embarrassed - noticing Gwen, he waves. "Hey Gwen!" Chuck is not particularly homophobic, no, but reassuring everyone that yes, he has a girlfriend and she is a girl doesn't hurt...

She moves to Chuck's side, "Hey, every thing okay here?"

And she has taken chuck's arm

"Nah, you're just trying to impress the upperclassman at your edgy nineties humor. Get lost, frosh."

He grins at that. "Nah, just first day jitters I think." A little lower. "Is Arty still mad about the science fair getting cancelled or whatever that was?"

Flynn sneers at Trina and asks, "Oh yeah, you gonna make me?" He leans against the jock table as though he belongs there... the elders exchanging glances that say "Who IS this kid?"

She laughs. "Oh my god. Blonde Shapiro wants a fight."

A low whisper back to Chuck "Art's got a lot on his mind right now. I'll talk to him."

Then she realizes that the nocker is riling Flynn

Arty straightens up at that and says cooly, "I don't think he wants to fight."

Flynn scoffs. "What, you afraid I'll beat up Twilight Sparkle there? Seriously, PINK hair? And you're making fun of MY tips?"

"Oh no! Pink hair! Clearly, I am bothered by looking different." Snort. "I mean, versus like a boy-band reject. N'sync hair AND 20th century prudery? You trying to make retro an art form?"

Glamour flickers around Arty, as he calls upon the wyrd... starting to appear taller, stronger, more authoritative, even to the mundane kids...

"Here's a tip, Flynn" The big girl says "Just act a little closer to being an adult and leave Art al..." A realization as the wyrd rised "alone"

"I don't think he wants to fight, no. I think he wanted to kiss my shoes."

Flynn's eyes widen, and he stumbles a bit. Staring at Arty incredulously. "I... what?"

Trina blinks. Well, that got her to stall her barbed tongue.

Chuck, JB, and Flynn all STARE in awe at Arty.

Flynn, who received the brunt of the attention, lowers to his knees. He does not reach for Arty's shoes, however.

Arty ponders a bit. He used to know how to order someone to do his bidding. It was... mmmmph. Tip of the tongue...

Gwen gapes in wonder..

How could they think Arty was runty? He's tall and slender, toned if not bulky, and his hair falls in messy waves that long for someone to run their finger through, OH, and if they were to catch and tangle...