#baronyofthesilverwolf

A soft chuckle from... the Baron! Marigold beams at this.

Bluebell raises a hand to the heavens, "A laugh from the master of the house, rare and precious as a summer snowfall..."

Aiden covered up his amusement with his wineglass raised to lips.

"Indeed," Nadeen smiles, "Tolkein puns, so that's how it's done." A wink at the Ailil

"Well, glad I did it. " D'Lorean exclaims happily, "Though I think Bluebell is already constructing at least a dozen for later use."

A rueful shake of his head, and Aiden says, "What have I wrought?"

Marigold chuckles and announces, "The table is set, unless no one is hungry?"

Briar scrambles and is first through the door to the seldom used banquet hall that was set up especially for this feast. Care was taken in placement, from seats set where those of more chatty nature can draw out the quieter folk, a place where Blossom can stand and have her plate at the proper height rather than face an awkward setup, even a side table for Briar with extra snacks, lest she devour an entire turkey before anyone else gets a taste.

The Thanes are not in attendance - Danica has her troops on patrol against the flood of drunk drivers that come out of the woodwork on Holidays, and Linnea had put in a private request for the day off for personal reasons... but most everyone else is here!

While Gwen feels the absence of her two troll mentors, and says "Ah, should we give thanks?" She wants to follow a custom that her mother might appreciate since her mom took on a custom for her.

Gwen finds herself not with the children this year, but in a place of honor next to Dame D'Lorean, near the head of the table!

Flo and Rian are with them too, and the wee enchanted toddler squeals in joy as Bluebell sneakily blows bubbles across the table, down a ways from the end with the nobility and honored guests. Marigold is right in the middle, which may be a seat of honor in it's own right, and also lets her have the best view of everyone else!

"Yes." The Baron clears his throat, and with a nod to Julius, the satyr makes sure that everyone has a glass to raise, even if just juice or water. Gwen is offered her choice of wine or soft drink! Just one glance, but it's another little sign of her status.

Aiden rises with his glass, once everyone is served. There's a bit of a usson't see why I can't drink the gravy! It's GOOD!"

Gwen takes the soda, but it does look fancy in the glass

D'Lavender went with the wine, of course. As did the Baroness.

Glasses are raised

A brief hesitation on behalf of Aiden, as he seeks the gaze of his Baroness for support. "Today we've gathered here, all who call Silverwolf home. I do not... I often..."

He pauses, and sips his wine.

Nadeen gives him a reassuring look, the subtlest of nods

He straightens just a touch.

"Rather than ask that you all be grateful to Silverwolf for providing a home and hold, let me just say that we are blessed to have you. Everyone at this table is a valuable part of our Barony, our family. It may not often be said aloud, but know that you are all treasured members of our hold. I am grateful to all of you, for more than I can say, for reasons I..."

A cough, clearing his throat.

"Thank you, all, for being here. Nadeen, for reasons it would taken until next Thanksgiving to list. Marigold, for this marvelous feast. Gladiola, for everything you do for our beloved dogs... and our fledges, which take as much, or more handling. D'Lorean, for the honor you bring to Silverwolf..."

He goes down the list, and though clearly there are many things he could say, he keeps it fairly concise.

As Aiden starts to look a little choked up at the end of the list, Marigold steps in, seeing that he needs a bit of help - Boggan intuition. "If anyone else would like to perhaps, share something they are grateful for, you may..."

Gwen steps up, "I'm thankful for having a home and hold.. even if the Baron reversed that on us. I am very grateful for a fantastic mother who tries to respect and understand me and what is important to me. And, I'm thankful that soon Mischka will have some lovely puppies, when she finally gets around to it." Ivan gives her a warning look. Clearly Gwen needs to becareful, mom/boss dog has GOOD ears and might get growly if she gets pressed.

Julius raises his glass. "I'm grateful for friends, family, and Bluebell, most of all."

Bluebell sips primly. "I'm grateful that Julius knows what to be grateful for." Even though her tone is dry, her eyes sparkle.

Chuckles escape more than one person at that

Blossom, not to be ignored..er not to be ingrateful, says "I'm grateful I'm learning about falconry."

Dee throws in "I'm grateful for a fine lord to serve. A fine lady by his side. A good horse under me, and.." A nod to Julius "good wine"

"And my axe" Rochollar announces

Dolph smiles and says, "I am grateful for Willy... she's made MY life a lot easier and a lot of horses a lot happier with her work."

Willy, who did show up, to some surprise, has a seat at the end of the table and nearest the door. Not in any deprecating way, but Marigold being thoughtful as the Lady Smith is not the most sociable. Hopefully the nocker will appreciate the southern touches on some of the food, even if she grumbles and waves off conversation attempts.

Gwen gives a nod of trollish greeting (and approval) to her.

Nadeen looks to her dragon, "I think you covered it well for the both of us, but if you wish I'll throw in a few"

"If you wish?" He reaches and squeezes her hand.

Briar can be heard grumbling, "I'm GRATEFUL to EAT sometime this YEAR...."

A soft laugh from Nadeen at Briar's comment, "I am grateful for our new fledges, who can be a handful but each thrive even if they could not all be here. I am grateful to each one of you for different reasons. I am grateful each of you here, and some who are not, took a chance on me and let me become a part of these lands . And a special note of thanks to Briar, who reminds me as a Ruler, I really should make sure every subject gets to eat fine food like our dear Marigold makes, preferably soon. Bon Appetite"

A whoop from the Redcap, and soft laughter, chatter, and clapping from the others, which dies out to be replaced by the clatter of plates and silverware - The feasting has begun!

Gladiola tries the Native American offerings, but she's also quick on getting that gravy.

"Pretty quick with that Gravy snatching, o fellow Knight," Dee teases/comments the troll

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over how amazing this smells" Gladiola dimples

It's not until the second, or maybe the third round of toasts - definitely after dessert came out, and coffee with the dessert to try to offset the food coma, that Gwen's phone buzzes.

She tries not to belch into the phone, "Pardon me a moment please?"

Marigold is carefully.... CAREFULLY... trying to pry a serving platter out from under Briar's snoozing head, as the girl had started mumbling and chewing at the edge in her turkey-nap-daze.

She nods to Gwen, but is intent on her extrication. The Knight is excused!

Blossom has passed out

aznd Roch looks SO tempted to bang glass near Briar's head with his fork

Who needs ALL of their limbs?

Roch thinks about this. He asks himself, what would Joey do? And..wisely, does the opposite and leaves Briar be

Meaznwhile, having gotten to a more private area, Gwen checks to see who is texting/calling

It's a text from Art!
"Hope You are having a Good Thanks Giving. I had a weird Dream and thought I should let you know?"

She blinks. He's calling because of a dream? Well, it is nice he's thought of her, and maybe this is his way of being a bigger part of the hold. So she texts back TXT: Happy Thanksgiving to you. Yeah. It's good. Mom made a great meal. The Gravy was like nector of the gods. Hope yours is okay and it was a GOOD dream?

(...) typing.... typing...
It displays for a bit before a response comes.

Txt: I wasn't sleeping? I do not want to Say too much in Electronic Writing. Trina tells me that the Internet lasts forever?

A vision? TXT: Are you at a safe private place to call? Instead of text?

TXT: I will try.

Her phone rings a few minutes after.

She picks it up "Hey. Now, make sure your fam isn't near you and tell me about the vision, please?"

Maybe it's a bias, but she believes in visions. It's in all the old tales of the before ways

"Hello Gwen." He starts with, and sounds rather worn out. "The young ones are eating pizza. There was an incident, with the turkey... I should be able to speak for a time."

"I hope everyone's okay." She says, mind racing with what trouble there might be for a fledge "And.. go ahead, please."

"Once of the uncles saw a new way to cook the bird, in a vat of boiling oil? Which is best kept for tower siege defense..." He starts, and then pauses. "That's not why I called. I saw... trust me, Gwen, I'm no pooka. But it was..." He sounds baffled. "A turkey... flying over the Manor, out in the grounds. Feathers dropped as it flew, and everyone fell asleep. The horses, the dogs, even a squirrel fell out of a tree. And then there was this... howling? Really, really angry sounding."