#baronyofthesilverwolf

She shimmies under the edge armed with a duster. "Odd. There aren't any - EEP!" A metallic SNAP and CRACK!

The troll SHOVES the bed to it's side, if it falls down, it will fall on her, "BLUEBELL!"

Bluebell has jumped back from where her feather duster is broken into two pieces in a snap trap! "Were this the Beast's mansion, t'would have been the end of sweet Plumette!"

Numerous other little tufts of dust lay still, evidence of dust bunnies that met their end for daring to trespass in this domain.

For a moment, the troll's eyes narrow on he feather duster, then a rumble "That.fucking.bitch." A breath "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry." Bluebell says, though she's clearly had a fright. "I still have at least 8 lives left. You see, I once stole them from a cat."

"If that that hurt you, I think i'd be going back to Earth Runes to have a talk with a certain dove." Rice doesn't acttually make pigeons explode, but I wonder if calcium carbide would do the trick?

A sigh, and the pooka picks up the broken duster like a fallen friend. "Alas, you were too young, too lovely for this world." And then starts carefully sweeping up the dust bits with the business end.

"Bluebell... why don'tt you let me take over? If tthere's more traps like that, I won't break a lucky foot as likely as you might"

"Tis not work befitting a Knight." She protests, and dusts free another section to prove it. "After all, I must make my use shown, else Lady Flo will soon steal away my role." A smile at that, jesting.

"If you would but slide the bed back into place?" Having cleaned up all of the dust visible for now.

She carefully puts it back, Kenning the area

Gwen spies a glint of metal as she moves it back! On the floor, where the bed dropped heavily. Oh, a gouge in the boards there... tsk. But also, a key! A bit of tape on it shows that it may have been stuck onto the underside of the bed, but jostled free with the THUMP.

She takes the key and looks it over

A key wrought in silver, with the design of a dragon and a flower. Certainly Calanthe's aesthetic. But... a key to what?

Chimerical, or physical? She kens

A physical key, but with a touch of glamour to it.

"Damn " She sighs. Props are not her strong point. "Wonder if I can get some dross?"

Bluebell peers over at her. holding the trap from fingertips as she might carry a bag of dog droppings, and it goes into the wastebasket.

"Dross?" She asks curiously?

"I found a key, wantt to learn about it.. what it opens, that kind of thing."

"Oh! I can answer that!" Brightly.

She hands the key over "You can willow whisper it? Then.. I'd like to know what it opens? and where tthe lock it opens is, for a start?"

"Oh, no. But I know what it opens." She nods.

"This!" Holding up the item. "Is a KEY."

"It will open... a LOCK!"

That long suffering look trolls sometimes get with pooka, perhaps similar to what Dancia and Linnae have now and then

Bluebell wiggles her nose cutely!

"Rabbits can hop and run, hide and scamper. Just because we are quiet things, does not mean we can all whisper." She smiles with just a touch of apology, handing it back.

She takes it back, "It's okay. I love you anyway"

"I better go tell Marigold about cookies... and see abou that dross"

"I'm going to tell Julius, he'll be terribly jealous." She smiles. "I will take utmost care with the rest of the cleaning." She crosses her heart.

Meanwhile, perhaps not entirely elsewhere, a fledge pokes around the freehold.

"Mmm please do" A bit worried, and down Gwen goes "Mom? I think Bluebell hopes for cookies.. butt it's hard to say"

Arthur accompanies Katrina. After all, the door wasn't locked. He shouldn't need permission, he is of the Shining Host, and walked right in.

A fledge and several Nevers. And a sidhe.

(Also a fledge)

"I dunno if we need to check in with someone?"

"Why would we? They told us to come here to learn. How will we learn without exploring?" He reasons, quite reasonably!

Never #1, a pinkish hued dot, flies boldly before them with soft tinkling of bells.

Never #2, more of a bluish color, rides on Katrina's left shoulder. No, the right. No, the left! No, the right!

Never #3, a pale 'little silly', has wandered to one side and dove into a large, Oriental style vase. Tink tink tink! Sounds from inside as they buzz about, curiously, bell sounds echoing from within!

"What's going on?" Gwen turns to see nevers amok and Fledges on the wander "oh, hello guys"

"Oh, you ninny, you'll get stuck..." A sigh. "They are about as dim as they are bright, if you catch me."

"Are they okay?" Gwenn asks

"One's lost in the vase. I am not their mom!"

"Here, let me... I have skinny arms." Arthur fishes his hand in carefully seeking...

"OW! I think it -BIT- me!" He jerks his hand out, but does have the little silly in tow! It zips away from him, tinkling complaints, and hides in Katrina's hair.

"Oh, fer figgubin' nozzle..."

Arty's finger goes into his mouth. God he's cute when he looks sulky like that. Certain folk in the room may realize.

"I was calling to MY mom.. okay.. this is getting a bit Labyrynnthy..." A light blush at somethin

"Your mother is trapped in a labyrinth?" Arthur looks excited about this!

"Does she need rescue?"

"I still haven't met her!"

"The Steward? She's a fine lady. Odd ideas about the proper serving portion sizes, but her heart seems in the right place. Is she the one in a labyrinth? Is it under the Manse, or out in the woods? We'll need string, plenty of it, chalk for marking, or perhaps a tracing beast... Or simply a seeking spell, might be easier..."

He frowns. Once, he's SURE he knew how to call a mote of like to seek... but it's fuzzy now.

Thistle's spirals are rather hot pink, for unvocalized reasons.