#baronyofthesilverwolf

To reappear... with the winter wonderland that is Silverwolf only a half mile away

The snowy night is lovely. Moonlight glinting off snow...

Thistle brightens. "That is (&&E^()(I*ing baller..."

Candystripe says, "CHIME?!"

"Wayfare, at its mastery" Gwen says admiring

"Guess we got ANOTHER never" Blossom rolls her eyes but well, she'll abide the rules of not to have the birdss of prey eat them

"Snow, yes."

CHIME! Soon there is a snowball fight going strong, even if the snowballs are only the size of pellets.

piff "Hey! Careful, I can't get this book wet."

"ANY book, wet" Gwen says with the library load she signed for

A BARK... and Ivan races towardss them

Thistle actually laughs.

"Think 'Trudy can give me a ride home?" He grins at Thistle hopefully.

"I don't think the snow's too high for her, yeah."

"You guys be ..." Gladiola stops herself "nevermind. I.. " She bites her lips "Safe trip"

Ivan licks her, sensing the troll is unhappy about something

"The main roads will be plowed, even if we have to push her over some of the trails." Art says.

A light flashes - a beacon! Linnea is there, waiting. "There you are. I didn't think you'd be gone all day." Still, she looks comfortable enough, well dressed for the cold. "Come, let's get you all back where you belong." Her Fresian horse has broken the trail back to the Manor, making it an easy walk.

"Maybe I could fit her with a little plow?"

"Thank you, Thane. You.. you take it from here" She pets Ivan

Linnea suggests, "Offroad wheels. They're not made for scooters, but if anyone could make them work, it's a Nocker."

Gwen seems to focus on her dog. Ivan is a safe target to cast a guilty look at.

Rochalor has turned into a horse and is playing in the snow. If he feel bad about nearly being left behind, he isn't showing it

Blossom goes on "Linnae, there was a new Gyrfalcon at Sergei's..." and she prattles about it

"Oh, you could adapt the rotors, yeah!"

Ivan SLURPS her face when she bends over.

"We have a cart that is used with the horses, as well as a sledge. You are welcome to borrow either for testing with." The Thane offers, though she is watching Gwen. Apparently the Thane is perceptive, blast her.

"I'll percolate on it."

Gwen does smile at the slurp "Thanks, buddy. Love you too. It's not important. We... we got something good done today" She sees Linae's looking at her and says "Ah, we should tell the Baron, Earth RUnes , Sir Sergei, has a Fae Bernese Mountain Dog.. one that might be used to breed into the Fae mountain dog line. "

"Cool!" Art says, and shivers a bit. "Let's get going - school in the morning."

Even faeries must still attend class...

Linnea smiles at Gwen. "He will be interested to hear of it, I am sure. You are a bearer of good news!"

"To Gertrude and home!"

"Well, he's wanting last pick of the pupies in exchange"

"Onward!" The two putter off, their way lit through the woods by a nuisance of nevers.

"Later, guys" She waves to Nocker and Sidhe

Linnea blinks. "LAST pick? Hm. Sir Sergei isn't stupid. He must have something specific in mind." A glance ag Gwen, and she urges Blossom and Rochallor ahead of them on the path home. "Does he still retain any animosity over... the Chancellor?"

"I talked him down to it... and... " A shrug "He seems to find the challenge of helping make a new breed to big a challenge to master. He says he understands It was Da'ans choice most of all. But he is not pleased. Still, it will not interfere with his chance for greatness in forging a new breed along side us. " A beat ' Don't tell the Baroness I said this. But Varich are odd"

Linnea is stone faced. Well, not quite. Gwen, as a fellow troll, can read the hint of amusement in the tiny crinkle around the elder troll's eyes.

"Let's get in. Marigold said she was making beef stew with noodles, and biscuits, roasted veggies, and three kinds of dessert. Bluebell somehow found this basket of pastries, and Marigold hasn't stopped cooking since."

"Yeah" A sigh "Noodles I can keep track of"

"What is bothering you?" As they walk back, keeping the childlings in sight. "You have completed your trip, and all came back well and accounted for - actually, it looked like you picked up a hitchhiker. Did young Art not find the knowledge he sought?"

"He did I think we got books.. but I... I left Thistle be, and next thing I knew she hated the place... her spirals even flickering gray. SHe hated staying... and whatever set it off, I wasn't there to help until hours had passed. I also nearly forgot Rochollar went along. I... I thought when I became sained I'd handle things.. but I'm not better at it. Not a bit"

She stops in her tracks. "Gwen. Gladiola. Even though your are a Knight, and no longer a fledge, you are still a Wilder. The fledges are the responsibility of the entire hold... but you have been overburdened, and seem to think that the entire weight must rest upon you. This is not your fault." She says, firmly.

"I'm not overburdened.. that's just it. It's a small group of people. You and Dancia have handled all that and more, and your'e not that old..."