#baronyofthesilverwolf

Slender, pretty, with lovely hair and a brilliant smile... A well-meaning TSA employee offers to take Rochallor to the security office to have his mom paged...

Meanwhile our holiday hunk has waylaid the airport business center to 'borrow' a stack of paper and a sharpie! He is quickly penning notes on each page.

In the field alongside the runway, Bluebell is stretching, limbering up. "Work your magic, Stonemaiden, and I'll add a little holiday cheer." Glamour glimmers at her fingertips, ready to be added to Gwen's cantrip.

Gwen nods and looks about for snow clouds if she can pull them down with a wind, the better, but if need be... she'll just intensify the wind too much period, "Oh the weather outside is easy, I need it much more breezy. There's a plane we don't wish to go. So let it blow let it blow let it blow. When they finally get their say, we hope she won't settle for the norm, but if she's gonna get a chance to say... we could really use a small storm."

"It would help if the storm was frightful, oh, some snow, would be delightful. A lady just shouldn't go... let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!" Bluebell chimes in, as she does a bit of an impromptu dance, reaching into the air gracefully as though to pluck snowflakes out of nothing...

"Oh it's said that our lady and lord, their moods are tied to the climate of the land. So if they want in this fight, wherever they are we would welcome a hand..." 🎵

Neither of the two are professional singers - but neither do they shatter any glasses or bust any eardrums! A crackle in one of the clouds overhead... is it getting a bit darker?

"I think it's showing signs of starting, so I'll keep bunking, the art thing, and while my voice isn't fit for theatreical show, I say let it snow let it snow let it snow..."

"When they finally kiss tonight, we'll know there's been enough storm, The family must be held tight, Rochallor deserves it to form!"

A few fat flakes are starting to drift down, and Gwen can feel the glamour building up in her Spear, ready to be released!

Meanwhile, in the security office "Amyrillys...Dolph Daughter McAmy to her son, please?" Ahem. "Amyrillys Dolphdaughter McAmy, please claim your son."

"For five minutes we've been trying, and the muses of music are probably crying, so let's give this chance for a happy ending a go! Let it snow, let it snow, let it... y'now!" And Gwn jabs the spear in the air

Bluebell has timed the ending to her plie' so that she is beside Gwen, resting fingers lightly atop her hand on the spear, and lending her glamour to the cantrip!

The magic shoots up into the sky like a reverse bolt of lightning, and explodes in the air, the burst a crack of thunder! The clouds stir, darken, and wind starts. Bluebell's ears are whipped around by the sudden gust, and she pulls them down to safety! Gwen is not budged by a simple WIND, but it tugs and pulls at her clothes, and the feathers dangling from her spear are doing a merry dance of their own.

Inside, the announcement suddenly quits. "Joe, please sit tight. We have to do another announcement, but we'll call for your mom again shortly..."

"Attention, Pilots for Flights AA2, C4A, 404E... please call the operations department. Repeat, Pilots for flights..."

Gwen grins at the storm brewing, "Thank you, Grandmother "

Then she says "Huddle near me if you need to, Bluebell. I'm less likely to get picked up"

"You're welcome, Dear." Bluebell responds in a quavering elder's voice, and does hang onto one of Gwen's arms. Good thing, too, the snowflakes have changed from friendly drops to stinging specks, and visibility is quickly going down.

Joe sits tight inside, and stares out the window looking for Amyrlys Dolph's Daughter McAmy

"No, it can't be cancelled!" Oh, OH! He knows this voice! She's right on the other side of the security desk, arguing with the attendant there.

"It's the last flight back to NYC until after New Years!"

"We can try to put you in a shuttle to Syracuse, but there's no guarantee that any planes will be leaving out of there today either. You could try a car rental, it's about a 6 hour drive, but we highly recommend that you return home and rebook your flight, as this storm is getting fierce." The Attendant tries to reason with Ms. Amy.

"There's mom" And the boy rushes out and sees if Nick is around too

Nick is coming up behind him, and offers Joe the signs! He whispers, "just flip these... one at a time."

He pulls out his phone, and it starts playing Christmas Carols... Amy looks up and over!

"Nick... Joe?" Surprised, and confused, but Nick holds a finger to his lips to pause her from saying more.

Joe takes the signs and readies himself to flip them, his foot tapping.

As each card is flipped, Nick reads it aloud - or rather, recites from memory, as his eyes are on Amy, and his hands on Joe's shoulders as he stands behind the boy.

With any luck, by next year...
flip...
We'll be settled down in a home of our own...
flip...
As a family...
flip...
And we both want to say...
flip...
With hope, because hope is all we have...
flip...
Because it's Christmas, and at Christmas you tell the truth...
flip...
You don't need a fancy condo, or car, or paycheck....
flip...
To us, you are perfect. And we want you as part of our family...
flip...
Merry Christmas... and don't go.

Nick squeezes Joe's shoulders after the last card. "Right, Joe?"

Joe flips them one by one, and fortunately he is a young pooka, otherwise he would lose the fight to turn this into an old INXS music video. No, here he is sincere, flpping them dutifully and nodding

Then when they get to the end, "We put the US, in Christm-Us" he nods

Amy has a hand up over her mouth, and tears start to run down her cheeks, as she rushes forward and scoops them both up into a hug!

And because it's Christmas... or because of the emotion... or maybe some of the magic from outside has leaked in, or because they are Jet Lagged... from all around them, come a chorus of clapping, of 'Awws', at the tender moment.

Joe holds onto Amy and if he can reach an arm about Nick, him too, or, maybe he's caught between them both, happily smooshed. He's not crying, that's eye rain from the cantrip Gwen caused.. yup

SMOOSH

Gwen gets Bluebell into some shelter, but smikles "I think I heard some approval in there. "

Bluebell clings to her arm, batting eyelashes, "Why, Fair Knight, I didn't know you felt that way."

Snerk and head shake from the troll "We did good I hope"

"It was all me." Bluebell says as she bows to Gwen. "Now, I believe that all Airports are by law, required to have a Starbucks. And tis the season for Peppermint Mochas."

Snow is starting to pile up on the runways

"I'll buy the first round" She offers and walks with her friend, hoping that there's a happy ending going on, or maybe a happy beginging

A happy beginning indeed! Much remains to be worked out... but a good start.

Bluebell ducks to avoid the roll of the credits.

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