#baronyofthesilverwolf

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Bluebell giggles at the rapping blade on the treasure table, before going to greet Siv, her pooka senses tingling at the feeling of someone who needs a smile.

Siv sees Bluebell, and puts up that slight smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "Bluebell, how are you, Dancing lady? Julius treating you well?"

The rabbit pooka, gowned in a silken, diaphanous gown that flows around her slender form, curtseys prettily. "He is most terrible, neglecting me horribly and tormenting me every night. And even worse, sometimes he works so hard that he can't even torment me properly."

"Oh you poor dear" Siv smiles though, more earnestly, "I love your dress." She herself is dressed in Swashbuckler voile of high styhle, red and silver, I hope the baron and baroness didn't steal your two's thunder? Every girl wants to have a bit of a fuss made over her love life now and then" A pause "Well, not my MOM"

"Your sainted mother needs no outside thunder, is it not said that she is her own Storm?" Bluebell giggles.

Snerk "AH, you cheer me up, you do, and risk getting me in trouble with my mom if she finds out we were joking about her love life. Da is all she needs. He's no longer mountain, but seems happier for it."

"Mountain or not, he still stands tall and proud, does he not? That sounds like a mountain to me, but then again, I am just a very small Rabbit, and most things are bigger than I can possibly understand."

"Oh aye, my da's the best" She says with confidence

"Why so blue, Lady O Captain my Captain? Has a Lion been chasing YOU as well? You needn't be blue here, why, we already have three trolls of our own, and Dark Gate looming close by should we need to borrow a cup more. Alas, a paltry poverty to the wealth of River and Vale, but we get by."

"Oh Vince is a sweet heart" Siv smiles "And sorry. I fear I'm not terribly good at Fionaing some days."

"It's that Lion." She says, and stomps a petite foot! "Did he steal your Fiona away? Feline tempter! Shall I call the hounds?"

"no no.. it's on me, I acted rashly and hurt my lady" Siv says, shame fillng her eyes "I think perhaps, she being a satyr, I assumed she would bounce back quicker than she has, and that was biased of me. Alas the only option was leaivng a childling uncared for and scorned for her house's sake, and I did want a squire and.. oh I'm babling"

One ear perked, the other half folded, Bluebell doesn't seem to mind the babbling at all. She offers Siv a glass of sparkling wine, a rose'.

"Satyrs ARE delightfully bouncy, but if you bounce them wrong, sometimes they get away and fly right out of the court. It's very tragic, but there is nothing to do but fetch them back once more. A little inflation and they'll be up in the air again in no time."

Siv takes the wine "The Court? Oh.. of course, she's feeling unseelie. Damn. I like soem Unseliee fine but ..it does dim dedication to love a bit "

"You could not possibly abandon a childling." She reassures. "Someday I hope to have that dilemma myself..."

"You'll be a wonderful mother" Siv smiles but hope she's reading the interest right "Kithain, kinain, adopted or blood, you've a kind and patient soul. "

A wistful smile to Siv. "You're wrong, of course, but it's a pleasant dream."

"Now, have you tried the little cakes? And there is the most horrible sword, the Baron almost spit out his wine when Art drew it from the scabbard and it started to 'sing'..."

"Are you trying to get me to buy something to get it out of the place?" Amused

A glance..and she blinks "Hey, one of my friends is here." A look over at where Talia is, "She's not social normally"

The sluagh in red is dueling it out with Adelaide, over a tea chest!

“Would I do that?” Wide blinking eyes.

“It seems a perfect Yule gift for your friend.”

"The sword's not her style.." a smile, then "That helmet though, Dagmar would love"

“Oh, dear no. She would loathe it. A Falcon is not an owl! And it's practically cheating!”

A grin "Tell you what, I will make a very low bid on that ebony blade, if someone beats it out, great, if I accidentally win, it's out of the place. Fair?"

A pleased nose wiggle.

“My hero.”

"I have a rapier, it's name is Quill, but one never knows" A smile "Now, is there something you want to get for yourself? in which case I'll be leaving it be, not that I expect to be a high stakes player out of the lot. "

“Oh, no. My Treasure is handling the paperwork, you see. Many admire him but only I know how to activate.”

“The compass might befit a traveler?” She suggests to Siv. “I would go anywhere but here, if not for having taken an arrow to the knee.”

"At this point, I'm tempted to get the lighter, but.. that's a selfish and possessive side of me" She concedes. "Besides, I think your newest knight is already eyeing it"

Indeed, assuming Lizbet is at her side as now an invited guest, Gwen is looking over the lighter. There are just too many folks who she worries about and she wants to be able to track them down. Unlike Siv, she's willing to violate some privacy rights to protect those she loves

Jokes on her, Siv would too, but she's not telling anyone

Lizbet inches out, thought she keeps a wide berth from Nadeen (surrounded by Nobles, likely?) and from Briar both. She eyes the Grand Sluagh Lady with no small amount of admiration.

Quatre tippity taps on Lizbet's shoulder, reassuringly. Why - that sluagh has more spiders, hidden amongst her jewels and hair!

The tweenish sluagh has the look of a Victorian street urchin, gaunt with hunger, hollow-eyed and sallow, with voile reminiscent of worn hand-me-downs or rags gathered and assembled into clothing - though, she is near grown out of it, perhaps there is a togail hovering in the near future for the child.

Does she? Lizbet wonders, but a spider would not lie to her... she lurks closer, trying not to look like she is stalking Lady Amur.

"Nice dress" Dame Gladiiola adds "It's kind of dickensian, but classier?"

"If I wanted to dress better, I should not have been born poor. Perhaps I shall die, and decrease the surplus population?" Her whisper sounds like this is a hopeful endeavor.

A smile "Beats workhouses"

"Oh, for a proper workhouse." A sigh.

"Well, I'd tell Marigold you were free to put to work, but she's so nice about it, it ruins any 'mistreated urchin' vibe you would hope for. Please forgive her this weakness" Deadpan

The white-haired lady sneaks a sidelong glance at Gwen and Lizbet.

Gwen blushes. She had forgotten how well sluagh could hear and wonders if she came across as unprofessional in trying to cheer the girl up

Lizbet notices the glance, and her cheeks go mottled grey. She gives a bow.

Baroness Nadeen, for her part, is not making any threatening gestures or even glares towards any sluagh , there are a lot more here than she expected and she makes sure with staff 'appropriate' food is prepared for them? To her suprise, they're already ahead of it

"Perhaps that is a quite wicked lady who wishes to find a waif to clean her chimneys and hopefully not die within and cause a rott and fuss."

Gwen can't help it, maybe LIzbet invited herself at first, maybe she didn't but she's HER guest now, "Careful, for all you know in a past life her surname was lovett, and she expects you to help Briar get her the meat for her pies"

A blank look up at Gwen. "Briar is a quite terrible beast. So uncouth. Ghastly."

A brief hand to her chest, acknowledging the pair.