#baronyofthesilverwolf

Another glance at at Art with a barely concealed look of something other than pleasure. "You did not say anything wrong." But he doesn't illuminate further. A nod to the others. "Thistle, and Gladiola. I am called Giacomo. And I thank you," at Gwen's good wishes, "but I think the roads will keep me here for a bit of time, at least."

"Do you see normal through those eyes? Or, like, do they have special powers?"

A bemused chuckle at Thistle. "Ah, yes, do the eyes still see and does the skin stay this color when I wash. You are newly hatched."

Art takes a step back, a little surprised by the... was that venom in his gaze, or just displeasure? Either way, the fledge is discomfited.

Gwen moves without thinnking, ready to protect the sidhe

"He's an Eshu, Thistle. They're story tellers, far wanderers, they follow twin paths of freedom annd fate, or so Tibs told me"

Gio seems to have missed that, as he is looking down at the never on his blade. "Shoo, now," he brushes it away casually.

"Tibs? Is this one of my kin?"

"He is, sir" Gwen nods "A good man I've had the pleasure to know"

The never is brushed away, and as easily as a fly or a mosquito, is quickly back again, this time examining a button that shines, or perhaps it's some other bit of adornment on the Eshu.

"Tiberius the Wanderer. Julius - that's my Lord's Steward - told me of him. He's not in residence at the moment."

"I mean, been a few weeks..."

Art speaks up, though he wonders if Gio will acknowledge....

"I would like to hear more of him, then, if you would be kind, Gladiola. And as I have only arrived today, it would be most generous of all of you to advise me about where I might find haven should I need it."

The Never settles on Thistle's hair, chiming.

Gwen's brow lifts

"Haven's a law, yeah?" She looks at Gwen.

"Tiberius..." He acknowleges the name Art spoke, at least. "I've heard of him, yes, but never met him personally."

A look at the interaction between the two girls. "I have no need at the moment, I assure you, if resources are scarce."

"Yes, Silverwolf is located" She gives the adress "Should you need haven. It is ruled by Baron Aiden ap Ailil and Baroness Nadeen ap Varich"

Art watches Gio closely as the lieges of the nearest hold are mentioned.

"Mm." A nod as he makes a mental note of the details. Maybe the slightest hint of disappointment.

"Well, I will not trouble them unless I must. With luck, I will not be called to walk myself into the path of banality too quickly."

"Then you should avoid the west hallway." He adds, speaking of the area where the art rooms dwell.

"Definitely, the art teacher here is colder than a wet and giftless Yule"

Thistle's jaw tightens.

And the Never makes a noise of protest, flitting away!

A blink. "Really? An art teacher? That's tragic."

"He's no teacher." Art says with certainty, and some vehemence. "He kept Trina from coming to life."

"Has he brought many to harm?"

He stands and looks to the nocker again with concern. "But you are here now. Who found you and woke you?"

Art exhales a bit, and eyes the door. But, he doesn't abandon the others to this new unknown fae. "The Baron says that my dream dance spurred her own."

Taking a step forward and standing next to Trina, to make it harder for Gio to ignore him.

"It's complicated but in a nuttshell" She looks to make sur they're not being spied on

"Yeah. I popped as a side effect of Art."

The room is otherwise empty... the hallway has folk passing by, but no one lingers.

She scuffs her boot against the linoleum.

He listens and nods. "Da'an gives sudden and unlooked-for gifts in unexpected ways. The world is better with you knowing yourself," he tells her.

"You and art are both blessings from the Dreaming"

Art chimes in as well. "You're not a side effect. Even if your awakening was - that's because it was delayed, like... like an egg that was kept in the cold and couldn't harden and hatch. I'm glad that we are able to take this journey together." He pauses, a small frown, "If only because it seems like half of what -I- say isn't worth being heard."

A sideeye to the Teacher.

Gio gives Art a direct look. "Interesting how that feels, isn't it?"

The bell for the start of the next class rings.

"Ah...I have made you all late. You had best hurry."

Art fumbles for his schedule. "Uh... oh! English. Trina, did you finish the 'Merlin' book?"

THAT gets Gwen's attention and she frowns at Gio, but then moves with the other students

"Right! Shit, we'll be late!"

"Fu-.. (&#@! Sorry!"

"I read it, nice meeting you Gio. We gotta jet."

Gwen moves with them