#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Don't repay me in cash" Gwen tells them, "Use the gloves to make me something. We'll call it even"

A hint of a smile to Nadeen from Linnea. "So I am learning. Thank you, my Lady."

"But of course" The Baroness Nadeen murmurs "If nothing else, I owe you for not shaking Arthur like a gourd"

"He will have to learn that if he wishes to uphold being able to repay all debts, to stop relying on credit he has not yet earned." Linnea says, amused, but with a hint of reproach towards the boy.

"Yes," A look towards the boy from Nadeen, "Methinks however, you annd your sister's former apprentice turned knight came to the rescue there. Trolls never cease to impress"

"I am surprised. I had rather thought there might be a grudge there." Linnea nods. "It is good."

"Make... something worth a hundred?"

"Or like, 50 things worth 2 bucks each. Practice makes perfect." Art grins.

"feh" She uses a patented Varich dismissal, "That girl admires you and your sister both as role models still. Do not doubt it. Or do, and Marigold will correct you"

Gwen shrugs "Don't worry about it's worth, I'm sure I'll love it."

"Gw-... Gladiola..." HUFF.

"I love Dogs. I Love native American style stuff, and I'm of a Celtic house, somethinng related to that maybe then if you really want me to try to narrow it down?" Gladiola nods

"We can research it!" Art sounds interested in that part.

"There you go, Art helps too. Now, do not bid with money you do not have. And don't POKE at treasures, kay, arty?" Stern look

He's Arthur most of the time, but he keeps screwing up, it's gonna be arty again

He sighs. "Yes, O Teacher, Font of Wisdom, Elder of An Entire Year, may your light of knowledge shine upon us..."

Softly "I don't have a kiln..."

"No rush" gwen says to her, "it's cool, Thistle, no rush. "

Annnd a LOOK to arty troll brow "Mmm" (Linn should have shook you just a bit) but to non trolls itt's just an mmm

"Thistle, it's cool... hey, look? See if they even fit. They look too big..."

"I mean, kinda big?" She tries one on.

Gwen trusts they'll shrinnk to fit .. magic's like that

She eagerly pulls on the second one, before flexing her fingers.

"These are furkin' baller..."

Art takes Thistle's hand once it's in the glove, holding in his own and feeling the leather curiously.

"They look boss too" Gwen admits

"Scales, I thought so... and it's so thin. Do you think this is a shed skin, or leather?"

"Salamanders are amphibians... but scales say reptile?"

It feels like her OWN skin once on - she can tell she can work at minute detail as easily as with her bare fingers.

"They are here, but in the dreaming? They're linked to Fire, aren't they?"

"It's very thin - feels thin, I mean."

"They are?"

Curiously he strokes the back of one hand.

Gwen does NOT Make comments onn this, and slides back to duties

Pink spirals!

"To clean them I bet you could just put them in a fire!"

"So yeah, scaly one way..."

"Oh, I bet. Burn off any schmatta."

Blossom mutters to Marigold "They're hand kissing"

Marigold nudges Blossom lightly. "Shush, let them figure that out on their own."

"You could do impossible stuff with these.. like... scribe on glaze while it's red hot..."

"Manipulate glass with your HANDS..."

Blossom fights a giggle

Meanwhile, the auction has started back up!

"Next up, lads and lasses, an item of some curiousity and much interest! A Compass of Haven! This fancy device will lead the bearer to the closest freehold. Perhaps it may lead to glades or other fonts of glamour, and within the dreaming itself, who knows? I'll tell you who knows, only the new owner of this lovely device! Let us start the bidding at $100!"

Zara sighs.

The Gwydion Knight from earlier stirs eagerly. "Two hundred." She calls out, holding up her paddle.

Coradel also seems to show interest, murmuring to her Baron...

Strong bid, Tástáil holds up a paddle "225"

"Three hundred." Dame Ardwen ap Gwydion raises.