#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Heh. They're more a cheering section. Not super helpful."

"Hey now" He tells a never at his tail "You must be 'this' tall to ride" making a gesture at leas a half foot over never size

She slides a pipe into the reconfigured fitting.

An echoing chime from within the body of the kiln

"I think that's for you"

A laugh echoes through the pipes!

"Oh, guys... guys, don't get stuck! This thing'll get hot!"

She squirms out from her spot to go check inside the kiln.

Laughter! This is a FUN game!

"Uhm... do you need to wear your glove over your face?"

Siiiigh.

"Well, no testing it while they're in there."

The echo goes up, up, and POP, the Never is gone out the top of the chimney.

She looks around the room - there's the kiln, with the exhaust pipes mostly "fixed" to Thistle's standards... anything else?

A countertop of smoothly polished wood, and a selection of colorful wires and beads!

A needlenose pliers... a small vise...

What looks like a pair of calipers?

"This howwsse is Clllleaann"

She runs her fingertips over the tools, appreciative.

Some of those tools she hasn't even seen before! What could the little spindle be for? The spring-looking tube? That measuring dongle?

But ideas come to mind on how they might work...

The nocker picks them up, turning them over in her hands, looking at them from all angles.

Rochallor shakes his mane, annnd sighs as sparkles from left over pixie dust come out "I have dandruf now"

"You try thinking happy thoughts?"

"I'm worried I'll float away" He ods

Giggling as the nevers play with a little baggy of tiny rings of metal, small enough to be worn as bracelets or anklets.

"I know, they're shiny. I think... I think this is all for jewelry?"

One of the tinier Nevers claims a pink bead for itself, and hugs it close, it's color shifting and brightening until it - she, has a color to match!

"That's as big as your head!"

The boy takes a wire ring and slips it on, "In brightest Fae, near shiniest knight, let no banals block my sight. May those who worship winter's might, beware my power, Hope and Delight!"

She rolls her eyes but her mouth tugs to the side in a little smile. Meanwhile, her clever hands are fussing with the rings - linking together a little circle.

"That always seemed like a pretty cool superpower - anything you could dream up, yeah?"

She is offered pieces by the Nevers - this bead, that spool of wire, a stray teaspoon... oh, that should be in the kitchen.

"Marigold'll fuss if she realizes you took a spoon."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah. Never read the comics, but the cartoons are on netflix."

She holds up her little project, squinting at it. "What if I put some beads, like... oh, thanks, yeah, I like the green ones."

"What do these do?" Next thing, she's experimenting with an odd-looking pair of pliers with conical tips. They're good for putting loops in the silver wire!

He watches her work "Cut the redwire next... or kaboom"

"Nah, I don't think the kiln is gonna blow no more."

"Boom!" "Boom!" The nevers set up a chorus, laughing as though this is the funniest thing they've ever heard.

"Ya'll." Grin, head-shake. She's adding beads to the links.

Bead, bead, grape, bead.

"You have a laugh track, the pooka dream" He sighs

"Well, maybe if you dye your hair they'll think you're a big Never, too?"

One perches on Rochallor's head, holding onto his hair between the ears to ride along.