#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Don't you worry about blank," Wudlig says "Let us worry about blank. Right Thistle?"

"Right!"

"Maybe a personal orinthopter?"

"Oh hey, sure! " He agrees "You know, if never dust helps with anything i's flight and illumination"

Snort. "And happy thoughts?"

"Can't hurt to try" He says

"I'm too young to have ulcers" She jokes

"Yeah, I think you might need some kind of small zeppelin if you wanted to hover."

"It's a lot easier for forward flight, yeah?"

"It might... I wonder if Willy could assemble a liggt weight zeppelin frame?" He muses

"Yeah, but gotta find the right gas..."

"Not flammable I hope?" Gwen says as she eats

"yeah, fuel is crucial... mmm need to compensate for temperatures, assuming its still winter when you do this " He nods "HEY!" he snaps his fingers "maybe some kind of laced ceramic shell for the device's framing? Flanges to guide air currents?"

"flanges? Like on a mace?" Confused trolls

"No, no, no, look..." Thistle rips a paer towel off the nearby roll, and steals a pen from the grocery list and starts DRAWING...

Wudlig looks

Sketchy-sketch! Diagrams!

It makes sense to Thistle.

"Huh.. oh yeah... that's beter than flanges, chanels the flow from all sides"

"Flow? What flow? Only flow here works for the baroness" Gwen says

"Now, we'd need a safety chute on the load..."

Is that a little stick-figure Gwen?

"Uhmm " Gwen's eyes widen

"Mmm " Wudlig nods "Long as it reduces the rate of descent"

"Guys. I'm kind of heavy..." Gwen says "And gravity prone"

"Right! That's why we want the lift from relative anti-density!"

"Besides, you're tough, a litle plummet won't hurt too much. Just Wyrd before the wham" Wudlig advises

"Unless the ground is hard."

"I.. when is grounnd NOT hard?" Gwen blinks

"Well, mud?"

"Maybe some tall grass?"

"You should be fine against dirt, even. But, like, rock vs rock, you might... chip?"

"Why am I the guinnea pig for this in hte first place?" She asks

"Because you're touh in case of trouble" Wudlig says "Besides, who wouldn't want to be part of progess?"

"Because you couldn't use an orinthopter. Me, I'm wiry."

"If you wanna float with the Nevers, we gotta engineer that shit."

Gwen facepalms

"that's the spirit!"

Wudlig grins at her

"I mean, who doesn't want to fly... OH!"

"Oh, *&^%%!! Did I tell you?"

"Tell who what?" Gwen says

"You! So, when I was running from that pissgarden?"

"BOOM, I leaped. Like.. psha!" She hits one hand against the other, skipping it up into a long arcing gesture.

"I think it was magic!"

"Hopscotched!" Gwen grins "you did a wayfare move!" SHe offers a fist bump "Go thistle!"

Fist bump!

(chime! as the Never bap their tiny fists against Gwen's stony hand)

"Okay, adorable" She says

What else can they fist bump? New game!