#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Thistle?" Art searches for his fellow fledge, checking the Garden, the Studio... ah, there's the sound of (happy?) cursing/muttering, and a pair of boots with rainbow laces sticking out from UNDER the renovated Cab sitting in the driveway of the main manor garage.

"Uh. Thistle? I -think- those are your feet."

CHIME! A brownish Never - who thought that brown could be a color that could glow - Flits up and peers into Art's face. It's not a bad color, almost bronzy.

"What kinda addlepated cobbler thought to rig the carburetor with this kinda assbackwards excuse for line? This looks like a chuck-e-cheeze fun straw..." Yeah, happy muttering.

"WORD!" A loud peep from Fornax. almost as loud as the nevers, now, a good increase from early weak sounds.

A knobby hand pats at the ground, searching for a wrench.

Art looks around, and picks up a tool at random, placing it in the grasping hand.

Chime! The brown never scolds him. That's a tire gauge...

"What the (redacted) is this?"

"Uh, car tool?" Art offers?

She slides out - she's laying on some kind of.. scooter-thing?

"Hey! Art!" A shark-grin, framed by black grease.

"WORD!" Awkward flapping, Fornax tries to jump from Art's grasp at the sight of Thistle. He carefully holds onto the draconet, preventing any such fall.

She sits up and holds out her cupped hands. "What's up?"

"Little one is getting bold." Art says as he carefully places him into Thistle's hands. "Or silly. He fell asleep listening to a podcast then nearly rolled off the workbench in the library. How're those clay-nest-things coming along?"

"Good! They dried out enough, so I stuck them in to fire. Kiln's still cooling, and I'll glaze them this afternoon I think."

"Awesome. I collected a bunch of pages to line them with. Even if he can't read them, he likes being near books or written word" "WORD!" Fornax interrupts, rubbing his head against Thistle's thumb.

"...just so."

Snerk. "You got one word, and yer gonna use it, eh?"

"I made, like, a little pocket to put the player, and a place for the earbuds, so we can tuck the audiobooks into his pod and leave it plugged in instead of risking battery."

"He'll have a pod-o-book."

"Bookpod?"

"Mmph." She squints.

"...Audpod?"

"That's... amazing. I still do not quite understand how so many books are stored on such a small device, but I will call it scientific advancement and not worry myself about it. Not when there are far more interesting things to read." A grin.

"How is your car coming along? It's certainly - well, you will never have trouble finding it in a parking garage?"

"It's not bad, but I think it's a but subdued, paint-wise..."

"Now, these old Checkers - they were built to last, so they're pretty simple in terms of mechanics. Makes'm easy to mod..."

"Checkers?" He leans in to look at the checked pattern. "Not chess?"

"That's the name of the manufacturer. And... New York is a checkers kinda town, maybe?"

"Yes. We should travel there someday. When we are fully fledged!"

"We could just take the train. I have those museum tickets."

"I -would- like to see the Library as well... If Gwen allows us. Or has the time to escort us." A touch of frustration there.

"Didn't Gwen say the sluagh said there are more Bookwyrms at the big library there?"

Art looks a little worried. "Do you think they would take Fornax away from us? I would like to keep him!"

"Why would Gwen need to escort us? And we're doing good with Fornax!"

He shrugs, "Because it feels like whenever we're on our own, we get into some trouble that she blames herself for?"

"We should go! Gwen's a big girl. She'll see we're fine!"

"Now, it'd be easier if Mom or Dad could drop us off at Syracuse, versus taking the bus first..."

Huff. "If we could take trods, it'd be way faster. The troll place is just across the Hudson."

He reaches out and lays a hand on the hood of the car. "Could we not drive?"

"I don't actually have my license yet..."

"I have a permit."

"Which means you can drive with another licensed driver, no?" He considers. "I wonder if miss Bluebell would come? She's nice. And... I'm not certain, but does she even have a job here? She seems to have a lot of free time."

"Bluebell... helps?" She shrugs.

"I think she's more, like, emotional support."

"I believe she has a jester role, perhaps. The Baron is very fond of her."

"She's Troi!"

"She's.... pardon?"

"...Troi?"

")(*%^$^, Arty loved Star Trek. We'll have to catch you up."

"Well, if it involved stars..."