#baronyofthesilverwolf

"You'd like it."

"Stars and philosophy and dreams of a better future."

She wavers her hand. "The technobabble is usually mishegoss, but they did introduce bluetooth in the 60s."

"Bluetooth? I know that one. That was a King of Denmark!"

"That too. The symbol for it is his runes!"

He grins. "You can cast for the future in runes as well. I have been learning of different methods of soothsay."

"I wonder if Fornax would like runes. They are like letters, and could be carved into things he can feel."

"He might!"

"I ordered some braille books from Amazon..."

"Flynn is in my english class. He submitted a final paper stating that 'Emo" ... "Emoji"? The little images on phones? That this was a modern form of pictographic language."

"I do not see much value in it for Fornax, but still, it was an intriguing premise..."

"There are hieroglyphs, and cuneiform, and I believe some script that is actually knots in rope..."

"Bet he could read cuneiform, too, but that might be hard to get..."

A pause. "Real easy to do in clay tablets, though..."

Big grin!

"And I bet even his little stubby claws could make it."

"Does that sound good, Fornax?"

"Word?" He turns his head unerringly in her direction, somehow knowing where she is even without sight.

"Yeah, lots of words."

"Maybe Bluebell would be willing to trod? Or... Wudlig?"

"Goblin Town is in New York."

A blink. "A town of Thallain?"

"Nah - it's like how sometimes unseelie trolls are called ogres, but they ain't ogre-ogres?"

"Goblin Town is a nocker freehold."

"Ohhhhh. OH! That sounds incredible. What wonders they must make!"

"That's where the Bes Din is, which is, like, the union?"

"And important for trademarking dreck, so, like, if I wanted a maker's mark nobody could steal..."

"I know about unions, a bit. They tried to unionize at Father's work, at the factory. But instead they hired in other workers while they were striking, and eventually everyone had to give in, because they weren't getting paid." A small frown.

"Scabs." She scowls. "Scabs can get...." Oh, oh that doesn't sound pleasant. Or biologically possible.

Brows go UP, impressed. "Father said something along those lines, though not where Gawain could overhear."

"They would have to be very flexible.. or extremely uncomfortable."

"You SHOULD make a mark and register it. That way, everyone will know your work."

She blushes a touch but kind of smile-shrugs. "Once we're sained, yeah."

"Can't do it as a fledge."

"Hey guys?" A voice , Gladiola's "Anyone seen Bluebell?"

Gwen's

"Not today!"

"I saw her walking in the garden earlier, when I was looking for Thistle." Art offers.

To Thistle, "Can you go back and add it to pieces you've already made? Or will those just have a Silverwolf mark?"

Thistle cradles Fornax in greasy hands - the draconet doesn't seem to care about the state of her dirty mitts and grimy fingernails. Art is nearby, leaning against the cab she had clearly been working on, based on the state of tools scattered about.

"Argh. Okay, thanks, Guys" She heads off. Apparently she did want to talk to Bluebell

Fornax curls about in Thistle's mitts. Muppet rises up, and sniffs, a slight wag. If this thing makes Thistle Happy, so be it

"Once clay is fired, it's fired. I put my initials on it, right now."

"I.. was thinking about making, like, a thistle stamp..."

"That's brilliant. And obvious, in hindsight." He grins.

"The best ideas usually are."

"Somehow, I don't think you are a Dougal."

"So you won't need to think of one, no offense."

"I couldn't be a Dougal?" He looks briefly disappointed.

"They make such marvelous things." A sigh, and he brightens up. "Well, I suppose you will just need to create for the both of us. Maybe someday I can write something. A book, or a history, or those little warning pamphlets that come with machinery..." A grin

"You could be, maybe! I haven't met any Dougal, but... tools aren't your thing." She nds at the tire gauge.