#baronyofthesilverwolf

As he climbs, it's visible that his arms, while still slender, have put on a bit of tone - he's not as spindly as he once was. Though, still a FAR cry from, say, Chuck. Not that anyone is still sulky about that, or anything.

Ack, she blushes a little - but accepts the help. "Thanks, Art."

"Chicken shit " Dee calls after the Jaberwock "A deck of cards could kick your ass!'"

THen Dee turns and offers Bluebell a hand up "Hey. You okay? Your husband to be will have a retroactive heart attack to find out how close that thing got"

Bluebell is sniffling, she's scraped and scratched up, and has one long gouge down an arm where a claw got her.

Treyvor has plucked the horn he cleaved from the Jabberwock and is examining it with interest. "A right jolly fight, it was!"

"I wasn't frightened in the slightest." Bluebell says, her ears flat down the back of her head. "But oh, I was brave, was I not?"

Dee dismounts and moves to her "Hey, it's okay. " Gently she helps her up. "You want a heatherbalm and a coco?"

"Ah, please, allow me." Trey tucks the long horn into his belt like a sword, and moves to offer a hand to Bluebell. "That's a nice scratch you got there. I'm sorry about that. Didn't have any advance notice the Jabberwock would pull a Jub-Jub with it when it came. Normally those nest in trees further into the dreaming. You did marvelous, by the way. Bang-up job." He praises Bluebell, even as he searches a pouch for some dross.

Lavender looks up surprised "You know how to heatherbalm too? Well aren't you a package" She says "UP to bluebell. More than one of us can"

Once she's safe on the ground, Citrine gets an affectionate noogie, and then so does Muppet.

"Of course. I'm not stupid enough to disdain primal, like some Sidhe. Oakenshield has saved my life more than once." A little bit of dross and a smatter of the Jabberwocky poem later, and Bluebell only has a red mark where her wound was, and the promise that this will soon fade as well.

Citrine has retrieved several purple and gold feathers, and is waving them about jubilantly. From her action, you would think that SHE beat the beast.

"Smart. " Lavedner agrees, then looks curious "how did those things get out of the silver?"

"Ooo, good idea." Thistle also retrieves some feathers....

Noticing the fledges, Trey steps over, and looks them over for wounds, then remarks to Dee, "It looks like despite your protective nature, these two still have a knack for finding their way into the thick of it. Why, I might not have even needed Bluebell!" A winning smile over to the pooka, "Though she IS pleasant company."

He turns a bit more serious as she asks that. "Now THAT is the million dross question. I have suspicions, but nothing firm yet. I'll be on it's trail as soon as I've packed up and bid the Lord farewell, to make sure it's headed back where it came from."

"Gladiola is going to have a retroactive conniption fit" Dee says "She's far more protective than I. However I am a knight and, well, chivalry demands the innocent be shielded etc etc. And...needed Bluebell?" Something sinks in "Wait...did you use Bluebell as bait?"

An easy smile. "Well, yes. She was never in any real danger - well, the Bird threw me for a bit of a toss, but I'd have handled it forthright in time. She is quite the plucky volunteer."

"Uh huh" Dee suddenly feels just a bit less attracted to the guy.

"Art, you wonder what these'll do if they get raku fired? Maybe they'd turn colors..."

"We should have Briar strip the meat" Dame Lavender says but she puts a gentle arm on Bluebell "Let's get you back to the lodge. You want to ride snowthorn or you feel up to walking?"

"I will be glad of hooves, as my own paws are a bit shaky." She confides in Lavender.

Art is examining the feathers. "Do you think we should take the claws too? Before Briar comes, just in case she's hungry."

"Those are lovely." He admires the feathers, "Even for such an ugly specimen. Interesting that the flight feathers are so developed, when it could not fly..."

Lavender raises the Damsel up on her horse, "Snowthorn, slow steady" Once the pooka is up there, she walks beside the horse and starts to walk them home.

"I might barter with you for some of those, gold and purple are, after all, two of my house colors." Trey says.

Art looks thoughtful, staring at a handful of purple feathers.

Ivan moves slower too, but for diferent reasons.

"Whoa there, boy. Did you catch a claw? Treyvor notices the limping dog, and crouches, patting his knee. "Want me to fix that up for you? You fought rather well there, you know."

The sidhe smells disturbingly like the Jabberwock now, with the horn on his belt and it's blood on his sword, but he did just place a healing on Bluebell.

Ivan is torn. Smarter than the average dog, there is something off about this whole thing. Not just the chimera, for he has fought chimera before. He doesn't growl, but he doesn't apprroach either. Rather he looks stoic. He'll be fine.

"Briar would eat them, but (*&&^, that's grisly work taking them off..."

"Maybe if I promise to make one of them into a weapon for her?"

"Hmmph, stubborn lad." He looks to the others, and offers a small blade to Art, showing him the best way to remove the claws. "See, there's a tendon you have to cut here, and then they will come off pretty clean."

"Clever move with the branch. Do you have a weapon of your own, Thistle?" Sir Trey inquires, watching as the Never slowly start to creep back out from the woods where they were hiding.

A little grimace at the blood. Citrine rings a chime that sounds suspiciously like "ick"

"His person is a troll..." Dee explains "The only kith that might be more stubborn is a nocker... no offense, there Thistle" She keeps one eye on Blue bell

"Uh, not really? I don't know anything about fighting with weapons. I mean, I've thrown fists a few times.."

"I knew a tinker once, they used a massive wrench as a bludgeon..."

"Hell yeah!" Stubborn seems a point of pride!

Bluebell seems well enough, but eager to get back out of the open and into her nice, safe rooms inside.

A smirk at Thistle's enthusiasm crosses Dee's face, "Right. Nocker willfulness is a feature not a bug. I remember now" And she looks to Blueebell tryign to cheer her up as she walks the horse to safety "Good thing we satyrs and pooka are there to restore sanity to an area"

Bluebell smiles to Dee. "Oh, yes. Twas born to be a hero, I was. That, or a sandwich. It is a very close line, you know."

Soon the claws and feathers - those that weren't too gory or crushed - are gathered, and Briar has been summoned, either by dog or by her own nose to the smell of blood.

"That skin on the big chicken is really thick. It's almost like leather." The young cap observes.

If Dee is in earshot still of Briar she calls back "Then save the skin, see if it makes good saddle or something for our experts maybe? Or a bitching jacket" to Blue bell she chuckles "Well, you've got the Buns for either. Explains why Julius gets distracted when you sway by."

"Willy might be able to tan that hide."

That observation cheers Bluebell up quite a bit!

"Willy can tan my ass." Briar grouses, not actually realizing what she said is not quite what she meant.

Art stifles a laugh as the redcap prods at the bird flesh. She swipes up a bit of the spilled blood and tastes it, but looks... less than enthused. That is, for someone tasting raw flesh. "Yeah, it ain't bad. I can give it the chop chop and strip, but if Willy wants the hide cleaned, she can scrape it her damn self. That's GRUNT work."

"right... um.. how about we leave you to it?"

Once at the hold proper, Dee helps Bluebell down gently, and opens the door. Marigold 's boggan insights aid her outsights. She might see dueling attraction and distrust for the Balor from Lavender.

Soon Bluebell is resting, Briar is chomping, and Art and Thistle are left with a dubious haul of feathers and claws!

"Oh, I almost forgot." Art remembers belatedly. "I came to get you... we need you to help finish up the art project! Submissions are due by the weekend!"

"...Oh."

"Right."

It hasn't been easy - least of all because the kids from different cliques and walks of life have butt heads more than once, but the project is almost complete!

"Ted and Randy almost got into a fight over what kind of painting is better, until Flynn interrupted to say that Digital is better than either because there's no mess of actual PAINT, then Karen threatened to stamp "moron" onto EACH of their foreheads in red ink if they didn't quit arguing..." Art relates.

"We've gathered everyone's pieces, but all we need now is one of yours. I've been thinking, and I really think that what would work best to call him out and make him really angry, and trick him into outing himself as the monster who said these things, would be to use one of your pieces that he cancelled back when you were in art class. I've talked with other students, and they say he has an entire storage room of confiscated pieces that were not 'suitable'... I don't know why he kept them? Maybe as a threat.. or a power move." Art shakes his head. "But I have a feeling, like..." He touches his chest, then shakes his head. "It's not a gut feeling, really? Not in my heart, or my stomach... but it resonates, telling me that that's where we need to look. I keep dreaming about that vision I saw with you... and it's the same feeling."