#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Memory is tricky. And maybe later, we can try doing some big magic jumps?" She drops to a crouch, spreading her arms for a hug.

THUMP, he rushes into her like a miniature steam engine. Has he grown another inch since last month? He's sprouting up! "Yeah! We can jump onto the roof!"

"Maybe not quite that far, Frankie." Janice suggest softly, having approached after exchanging words with Thane Linnea. "The Lord of the manor wishes to gift you a boon. That's why we're here."

Frankie is still squeezing Thistle. "What would I do with a baboon? Can I make it do my homework?"

"Probably not homework. But... it will help protect you, and keep you company." A glance over. "Hi Janice."

"I'm sorry."

Though there is a sorrow to her, it is not as fresh and loud as it was before. It is more of a muted feeling, the sound of soft waves or rainfall outside of a bedroom at night, not the crashing roar of a thunderstorm. She smiles, and bows her head to Thistle. "It is worth it, to see your true face. You are charming as a Nocker, you know. Even with clay behind your ears."

"I.. my ears?" Pink spirals, and she scrubs.

"The Glennies are fae hounds, which makes them a little different from regular dogs?"

"And they can see chimerical threats, and they're smart, and they're protective..."

"The Baron is waiting at the kennels, miss Janice." Linnea offers, and takes up a guiding and guarding position as they head that way.

Janice listens to Thistle. "You seem to know them very well. Do you have a touch with dogs as well? I never had a pet growing up, not really, but sometimes the sea otters would come to play with us..."

"I've never had a dog, but they're everywhere here." Holding Frankie's hand as they follow Linnea.

"And you really can't have a dog at an apartment."

Janice has gone somewhere it seems, her eyes misty and distant, even as she walks along the path.

"I'm sure Frankie would love a dog. And. Um. The Glennies, they'd be good with babies, too."

That brings her back, and she presses a hand to her stomach softly, her expression brightening. "Yes, the baby. I'm sorry, I'm listening." A slightly guilty 'got caught daydreaming' look on Janice's face, which may seem AWFUL familiar to Thistle - she's had the same when called on in class from time to time... and Arty is very guilty of it as well.

Soon the sound of dogs is heard! Though, as they approach, they are all lined up rather neatly, almost as though a dog show! Dote, Ticker, Muppet, and the glennie that Thane Danica has started calling 'Trigger' all wag their tails from a group together, and Mischka is a brown mountain off to one side. The Lord's Wolfhounds are seated proudly to either side of him, and a silly long-eared hound dog cannot help by boo-woo-wooo a welcome.

"THOSE AREN'T BABOONS AT ALL!" Frankie squeals. "They're DOGS! Wow! Look at all of ems! It's like, a hundred dogs!"

"Yeah, lots of dogs."

She fidgets, hanging back. Her spirals have shifted blue again.

Janice murmurs to Frankie, "You must bow to the Baron." He looks like he might ask why, or refuse out of simply childhood obstinance, but something in his mom's voice stays that - plus he finally really LOOKS at the Sidhe Lord before him, instead of just seeing the dogs, and Frankie swallows. "Um, hi, Mr. Baron. Mama said you had a 'boon for me. Is a boon a kind of dog?"

Aiden smiles at the child. "I don't know if I was ever truly as young and wide-eyed in innocence as you, young Frankie, but I see that you admire them. Tell me now, what would you want of a dog?"

"Well, gee. I want someone I can play with, 'acause Trina can't stay over all the time and even when she does she's got HOMEWORK, and I have friends in school, but sometimes they're not very good friends. And they can't stay the night, not every night. But a dog would be my very... VERY best friend, you know? Someone I can play with all time, and can listen, and bring back a ball, and I even promise never to pretend to throw it, because that's rude, and we can share peanut butter sandwiches and they can have my broccoli."

Tails have started to wag all throughout the kennel yard.

"Muppet doesn't like broccoli, but he does like green beans."

Thistle sits down on the ground and holds out a gnarled hand towards the Glennies, beckoning them over.

Muppet trots right over to her, tail a waggin'! Aiden raises a brow at this, and Ticker sneezes in response.

"Is that so?" The Baron asks, watching them. Frankie holds a hand out to Muppet.

Muppet licks Frankie's hand, and then turns, and sits down, right on Thistle's foot. "Whup." He says, leaning against her leg.

She rumples the Glennie's ears.

"Muppet's the smartest. He's really well-behaved."

"He's not too noisy."

The Nevers have followed, of course - glowing in rainbow colors as they either orbit Thistle, or float around to explore the kennels.

"Oh, I don't want THIS dog." Frankie shakes his head and sticks his hands in his pocket.

The Baron's brows raise, and he frowns. "Is there something wrong with Liberty’s Aengus of Daulton? He is not bred of Silverwolf but is from AKC Champion lines."

Blue-to-yellow! "No?"

"Oh, no, Mister Baron, thanks and all, but I don't need one, if it's just this one you got. He's a good dog, yeah, but Muppet is TRINA'S dog. He just good as said so!" Frankie nods FIRMLY.