#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Why won't you folks leave me alone about this?"

She presses a hand to her chest and bows lightly. "Namaste. It is time for me to leave."

Her spirals shift to a slate-blue.

"Right, okay. Go away."

Diane says softly, "Trina, be polite. Bunny is my guest."

She leads the pooka to the door, chatting quietly. "Wednesday nights at 7? I'll try to make it next week. I'm sorry about Trina."

Bluebell answers, "No apologies. She has a spark within her, and she will light many a fire. Just thrusting tinder in her face isn't the way. We can but set out candles, and someday, she'll find her way."

A laugh from Diane. "You have such a fun way of talking, Miss Bunny. Have a nice afternoon."

The door closes.

She harrumphs and goes to the hall closet to hunt for tools. "Mom, I'll go look at the washers."

"Thank you, hun. I'll clean up all this, um.. art." Laughing a bit as she mops up the water.

Trina's cheeks flush. "Sorry."

"Whatever for? That was fun. She's got a unique way of looking at things... I think it's part of being a Yogi?"

"Probably."

"She's sometimes out at Gwen's house. You know, the big damn castle."

Her mom hums happily as she cleans up.

"Oh, all the way out there? Well, make sure if you visit your friend that you have enough gas. I don't want you breakign down on those back roads."

"I know, I know. Gertrude gets good mileage, though."

"Let me know if you get anywhere with those dang washers, okay?"

"Yeah, Ma." Tools acquired, she bangs downstairs to the laundry room.

"That's my teeny-Triny." She says with a smile.

"Mo-om." But it gets a smile.

She's not a BAD mom. She never calls her that in front of friends!