#baronyofthesilverwolf

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"She's a sucker for dogs and horses."

"To eat?" Cautious again

"No. She trains and takes care of them."

"Oh," Nyce scoots forward again.

Soon, Gwen can be heard "Hey?"

"Hey, Stonewall!" She waves from her spot, sitting on the ground next to the vege-rhino.

"You know , Tiger Jaw is sounding good , just saying and... oh my gawd" Her jaw drops.

By her side, Ivan goes on guard at first, protect?

"This is Nyce, and she's NOT to be hunted."

"I.. oh.." The girl puts her spear down near a smaller tree, and looks at Ivan, "Ivan, stand down." Then she greets Nyce "Child of the Great Spirit and Earth, it is an honor."

Nyce inclinens her head "That's very pretty, the way you talk. " Her horns give off that pipping effect

"Right? Ain't she something?"

The troll's eyes light up "Oh, wow, her voice is like.. music." gwen's been learning wood winds

Thistle nods.

Nyce's barky mossy hide seems to get a bit of a pink glow "oh that's just how I talk. Thistle gave me a lovely name I think though. I am glad I am not being hunted. It may come one day, circles are like that, but I just got free you see? From the barriers of memories lost"

"A place of forgotten things? Sounds like a story, for sure."

"no, the land had forgotten, but I don't know how.."

"Neither do I. But I'm new."

"It's just been a few days."

"Oh" Gwen realizes "I wonder if.. ah, there were memories lost, and returned. It.. maybe that"

"Oh?" Nyce ponders "perhaps it was 'that'"

"Who lost their memories?"

Gwen looks uncomfortable "i'll tell you later"

Nyce looks cuirous, then realizes "Ah... it is a private matter"

"Don't ask me. Looks like?"

"Yeah, sorry, Nyce It's.. not fully my story to tell. "

"I understand" Nyce says "Something was wrong with the land, now it's better"

"Well, that's good!"

"Was it a spell?"

"or a curse?"

Gwen says through slightly gritted teeth "Tell.you.later?"

"Ohhhh. So it's a big damn deal."

"I should go, your stone friend looks frustrated" Nyce says, living up to her use name

"Sorry."

"Sorry" Gwen adds feeling shame

"It is well" Nyce flutes gently "We shall meet again I hope"

"Yeah! I'll be back this way."

"Y'know, you could make, like, a little clay flute... maybe it'd work..."

"Oh I have a flute..." Gwen says "Not on me.. unless you mean Nyce I..." A blinnk "She's gone"

And indeed, Nyce IS gone

"Magic shrubbery rhino." A shrug, accepting thee weirdness.

"But isn't she cool?"

"She is" A nod

"I haven't made flutes, but I've seen clay ones."

"I bet you could." A breath "Look... before you came awake, like.. a week ago, we learned that our old chancellior had pulled a Jafar onn Baron Aiden " She makes air quotes "'for his own good' but of course, she also dictumed, that's like mind control, someone to shoot at the Baroness. The old Chancelior also had..well, it wasn't just she stole some memories, she also blamed an innocent kid. There's more, but I think maybe that's what Nyce was sensing. "

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."

"Yeah" A sigh "It's the tragedy that keeps on givingg"

"But the Baron seems pretty in control. So does the Baroness."