#baronyofthesilverwolf

And then backs away from the art door... rather than hurry past it, he recoils.

"Tell me you don't have art? " She asks

"No. I didn't sign up for any art classes. C'mon, I got to get all the way to the B-wing." Dull spirals.

She grabs art's arm and pulls him along, getting the three to move quickly

"I have... 'Composition'?. I already know how to write?" He shakes his head.

"Well, Art, keep your mouth shut unless asked a question, and try to blend in." She does NOT have composition. She guides him there an then heads off to a class she may or may not share with Katrina

A wary glance back behind them.

But he disappears into the English classroom.

"Seriously - Gwen, it's not just me?"

"He's acting weird."

"Oh geez, I didn't want to tell you this ..." She double checks the time, "What's your next class?"

"Gym" Scoff.

"Me too" Looks like they sync up more than once "Up to you, I can try to tell you in Gym if we get ignored or have a duo drill or something... or I can talk to you after class. But you're not going to like it"

Brow.

"Well, I don't think you will. so .. in gym bit by bit or after? If I tell you in gym you can't freak out"

"Skip Gym?"

"Oh no, can't.. " Heresy! "I'm on the Lacrosse team and that's one teacher who knows the coach"

"Fiiiine"

"After class or during?" She repeats the original two options. Cutting is out

"During, Spill it, Stonewall."

"What is it with nockers and nicknaming folks?" Still, it's better than Eggshell or whatever WIlly tried on her they get into class, and get the intro speech

It seems Katrina's gym attire must meet Aesthetic demands - no grungy sweats for her.

For Gwen, this is old news. She's a hard bodied native American girl, sure, she's not as pretty as some girls, but few folks give her shit.. though maybe some jabs about her thighs might come up if one wants to be snooty

Chuck Taylors are NOT practical sneakers.

And out they go...when they get some laps to do (Aren't there always?) she explains as they keep an eye out for eavesdroppers, or at least Gwen does "Sidhe, at least most, are different from us. They didn't undergo the changeling way" She says as they move along

"Whaddya mean?"

Long legs but she takes a slower stride so she doesn't outpace the artistic type "They aren't human souled and fae spirit intertwined" She mutters making sure her lips don't move too much. "They..switch with the human"

Yes, switch is a good way to word it. Nicer than some ways to look at it. Like, playing tag

"He mentioned past lives - and I do have some WEIRD memories right now... is this his first time? Sure feels like my first time...."

"Wait... he's... bodyswapped?"

"Shhh" a soft hiss

"Where's Arty? Who's that guy? Is Arty safe?"

"out.newresident.yes."

"I mean, maybe I'm not best friends with Arty, but, like, I've known him since kindergarten. Weirdoes stick together."

" I read you." she says. Having answered the questions quite well she thought. Arty is out. A new Resident is in. And yes. He's safe. At least.. as far as she knows

Yes, but the nocker is simmering.

If Gwen is stone, Trina is fire.

A notice of the building heat, "What's wrong? I said Arty's safe"

A mutter "I should have waited for after class"

"But where IS he?"

"Is he gone forever?"

"He's in the deeper dreaming, a place we can't go. It's a bit of a mystery, but he's seeing worlds of legend and myth. His every dream can be real there if he learns how to use it. Arthur..." It's easier to use the name for the sidhe that Arty never used "Arthur didn't pick Arty.. he just would have ceased to existt without him" The stone girl's face falls as she admits that And I would have been to blame. Maybe I still am. Sorry , Arty

She stews over this.

"If anybody deserves a break, it might be Arty."

"Yeah. I mean, he's been treated like shit."

"You probably don't know the half of it. You're still new."

"mm yeah, I guess I wouldn't know the half of it" She admit, then softly admits "Damn, when he invoked the wyrd like that...it was disturbing"

"He what? Weird?"

"W-Y-R-D" She explains "More ..mystic fate related... it's when you push your personal dreaming self into the autumn.. and it's draining and memory fogging mists or no, it's not something to do lightly"

"Isn't that... uh... Ignorance?"