#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Yeah, I'll show you. You probably need to shortcut on pop culture, too."

"Must I? I've heard some of the others talking. It sounds... dire."

"Some of it is, but there's good stuff. You like space, right?"

"Oh, and Lord of the Rings!"

As they walk to their next class, Thistle is excitedly telling him about series he "needs" to see - things she clearly loves, and wants to share with him.

He listens! Some of it he's a bit uncertain on. The Lord of the Rings stuff - to a sidhe who has so recently arrived from his own fantasy world, it lacks the glorious otherness of fantasy escapism that a mortal-born can cherish, but as a tale of noble elves and other folk, he is interested.

Now, the space fantasies? "The stars are points of light that hang in the firmament of the heavens to light our nights. The greatest of heroes and fantastic beasts have their symbols hung to inspire the dreams of mortals. To think of each as it's own sun, with it's own world?" Intrigued, but uncertain. "I will have to study further on this. Surely if a ship could be built to travel past the night sky, one of your Kith would be the mastersmith to do so."

"I bet one of us could, hell yeah. Starships!"

She laughs. "I could try giving Gertrude wings and a rocket!"

"AND a parachute." He adds!

"And a parachute."

"You'd be really upset if it crashed and hurt your bike, though. Maybe try it somewhere... soft?"

"Okay, fair."

"Mayhap- uh, Maybe, you could entreat a chimeric beast to pull it for you, like a carriage? Nevers probably don't have the strength, not even en masse, but a moderately Wyvern or a Small Dragon..."

"Oh, (&#@^, yeah - you think? Or a pegasus."

"At that point, would you not just ride the pegasus?"

"Well, I don't know how to ride a horse."

"Oh! We should go to the Manor. Did you not say that D'lorean introduced you to every horse already?"

"Every horse, yeah."

"Did any catch your fancy?"

"I mean... they're horses? They seem nice?"

Keeping voices down as they move between classes.

"And BIG. I didn't realize how big they were."

"One can hardly be a Knight without a horse. Though, Dame Gwen manages. Did you see those monstrous black beasts that the thanes rode?"

"Yeaaahhhhh. Holy cow."

"Then again, one can practically ride her dog into battle."

SNERK

He checks the schedule, next class up... "Right, Chemistry! Do you think that Mrs. White will tell us what is in those jars with the frogs today?" Last class, Art had been roundly scolded for sticking his nose into a beaker to smell the contents. It was just a harmless salt solution, but it's the principle of the matter, apparently.

Gwen, of course, knows MUCH better. A substance of that granularity, color and weight could have been any number of poisons, several of which she can think of the compositions thereof...

"Formaldehyde, I bet."

"Not for sniffing."

A quick wave for Gwen as the three of them file towards their lab table.

He gives Gwen a cordial nod. As soon as they're seated, he asks, whispering, "Does the Baron have any Pegasi that could be harnessed for carriage transport?"

"Hey..." Then at the question at the table, she raises a brow "Afraid not. "

"So it goes."

A bit disappointed. "Guess we'll look at those engines, then."

"What engines?"

"For the Flying Gertrude, of course."

"Of.. course"

"For space!"

"OUTER Space." Art clarifies.

"Uhm.. guys? No .. one of us can go past orbit.. there's a barrier" She whispers "At least, I think that's the case"

She waggles her fingers. "Maaaggggiiicccc."

"No I mean, magic blocks us... I.. there's a reason our folk are settling on mars.. a least.. onn this side of the mists"

"Oh, well THAT'S (**& bullshit."

"Maybe I was right." Art reasons, "And the Constellations really are living creations on their own. Far away suns was a bit of a stretch. That would explain why they do not want us flying uninvited into their territory..."

"Maybe they're both?"

"We're both, sort of."

"According to some, it was Coyote who placed the stars"

"Yeah?"