#baronyofthesilverwolf

Thistle is tucked away in the kitchen with her sketchbook, a cup of coffee, and some of Marigold's lemon bars. The pencil scratches softly against the paper as she draws. Marigold's domain has been deemed a safe place to work, even if nocker socializing might not look that social.

As always, the teen has a few nevers about. A pair are zipping overhead in a game of tag, and others have perched on the girl's hair and voile. Underneath the table, there's a sentient toadstool who looks like it walked right out of some 70's wallpaper in avocado, with harvest gold & burnt orange spots.

"Yeah, yeah, it's gonna go ding when there's stuff..." She murmurs in response to a chime?, pointing at part of her sketch with her pencil.

"No, no, I ain't... I just got a feeling that that's how it works. I get ideas."