#baronyofthesilverwolf

And she heads back out the back door of the kitchen.

Gwen watches her go

Willy might be right about paint drying. The second attempt at the mixer lacks the running commentary and vigor of the first. Every step is slow, as she struggles to find her mistake.

Well, right or not, trolls am patient

The motor is disassembled and rebuilt, this time without any "extras."

A test - a happy whir of motor! The mixer spins steadily at imaginary dough. Time for the casing!

...And it's askew.

"You know... it's not an oil painting. That might be just fine"

"I took out the extra shit." She frowns at it.

"It shouldn't do that."

"Far as I knnow this is your first time working with this, I'd say it's damn good"

"But it's wrong."

She unscrews the housing.

"You should go. This can't be that furking entertaining."

"Lavender wonn't shut up about horses and I listen to her even I'm tired. But if you think you'll work better wihtout me looming, it's cool and I'll give you space"

"Yeah. Go away."

Disassembly, take three.

"Okay" A look at her dog "Come on, Ivan."

Alone, Katrina keeps retreading the repairs. Still, no matter what she does, the casing simply won't close properly. Where it misaligns changes, but she simply can't seem to get it right.

A new figure peeks his head in

Thistle is staring at the disassembled motor, spirals shifted to a dull blue.

Willy stomps back to the kitchen backdoor and pops it open. "Yer bug almost got ET!"

((I'm blue?))

((Nope....))

"They ain't mine."

Rochalor blinks

"Is that an ice cream maker?" the boy asks

"It's broken."

"Maybe not, you want it or not? I could take up fly fishing."

She sighs. "Toss it in here with its friends..."

She chucks it.... but, underhand.

The never is bound up, and has talon marks

"Oh, fer fuck's sake..." she uses a pocket knife to cut the chimera free.

"Oh... Blossom is sendingg out Airstrikes again" Rocholar observes

"Where's yer shit?" referring to the machine Thistle was working on.

A shrug and she gestures at the motor - in pieces again.

"Got it workin?"

The never flies free flutteering and making angry chime noises , making pantomime of a howk woosh slap yank.. wrap rap and.. ooo .. .is that a cookie ?

"I can't get it right. Every time something stupid goes wrong."

"It runs, but the casing doesn't fit. The casing fits, but then it won't run. I get it running again, and it vibrates funny. I fix the shaking, and the casing's out of flush again."

"You let -that- get you?"

"I want to get it right."

"I took out the extra shit, that should've fixed it."

"Joe says Nockers never get the gold and seem to think Silver is worthless" Rochalor says

"What's that supposed to mean, Seabiscuit?"

Willy sighs. "Thanks for the input there, Eggs."

"An' you, you ain't -even- Eggs. You're SHELLS. Lookit, we MAKE stuff. And sometimes, pardon the phrase, you gotta crack some eggs to make an omlett."

the boy shrugs , but now he's hungry for eggs "Uhm... what the mean Never Saver said"

"You BUILT something. Not perfect? SO WHAT? Learn from it, you nitwit."

"In the meantime, you got SOMETHIN' that works, even if it's imperfect."