#baronyofthesilverwolf

Baroness Nadeen looks about for her fledges

Which may take a bit, as the two seem to be on the move

She finds them chattering in the Library. Once just a storage room, it still doesn't hold a candle to EarthRunes (not that they're competing!) but shelves have slowly filled with books, there are a couple cozy chairs for reading in - at least in half of the room. The other half is a bit of a mess, but it's chaos with form - stacks of books in various states of repair or disassembly, a Nockerish contraption of a book binding apparatus taking up most of the table along a wall, and Art has claimed a bit of space as 'his' desk, which is scattered currently with scraps of paper.

She wonders if they appreciate the state of the art craftsmanship on the bookshelves. It may not be large, but it's stylish. Of course, she realizes a library is measured in worth by it's book selection not it's book shelves... but still, hand crafted, very stylish! The mess distracts a bit from that but oh well. "Ahem. Arthur, Thistle. HOw fares?""

Nadeen, has, of course, been told that they are rearing a young Bookwyrm - capital B, not just Art. As the lady and Baroness of the hold, and with Marigold as her right-hand-steward, little happens that she isn't told of, at least as long as she has time for a cuppa tea.

"...was just thinking that we should start with the basics as a good foundation. The actual science of space and flight, before the novels and stories. The Dreaming seems to have decided that, as he was born, he isn't capable. But we will help him, with our own work..." Art is talking to Thistle, waving a book animatedly.

Thistle is FUSSING, fitting the mp3 player into the pod. It doesn't fit quite right.

It goes in, but sits at an angle instead of settling neat and centered. So. Fuss. "Can have science and stories both."

"He likes Jules Verne."

"Around the world in 80 days is a favorite of mine" She opines wondering when she'll be noticed

"If he doesn't grow wings, we could make him a balloon!"

"Oh, yes, but hopefully with sky-trods it will take much less than 80 days-" Art starts to reply before realizing who he is responding to, then looks up, and beams! "Lady Nadeen." He stands and bows.

The lad's etiquette and grace has grown since she took a hand in his mentoring, that much is clear.

Thistle hasn't looked up yet. She's pushing on a corner of the player to straighten it... and it reverts to the angle as soon as she lets go. Scowl.

"Won't it play just as well at an angle?" Art leans in to peer at that.

She inclines her head, "Your manners are improving, Arthur. You do tend towards the hyperfocused but that will serve you if you can master it rather than letting it master you. " And a look at Thistle "Thistle, if I could have your attention as well?"

Huff. "But it's supposed to fit in there straight."

He tilts his head towards Nadeen with a grin.

"Company."

"Oh! (&%. (&*. Um. Sorry. Hello, Baroness."

"Hello, Thistle" She says then blinks "Are you aware you have a dried smudge of oil on your nose? "

Blink. Pink flush. She scrubs at her nose with the back of her hand.

"No harm done," She offers a kerchef to the girl "I'm here about your request. "

"We had a request?" Blankly. A look at Art.

"Yes. You did. Apparently you wanted Sir Wudlig to take you the New York Public library, and Art wanted that AND Goblin town for your sake. You wanted to do this unescorted and there was some conflict over the need for it."

"We asked Wudlig for a ride. The greyhound takes forever."

"I understand his request for guidance for Thistle to Goblin Town, as that's a fae environment and we are still fledges. However, the library is just a mortal building, and should be well without our wheelhouse to attend?"

"And I said we didn't need to go there, I was just... curious, yeah?" Scowl-shrug.

" I see. Yes, Wudlig thought you two were pushing for Goblin Town as well," She looks them over, "A miscommunication perhaps... and he definitely thought that would be a bad ideaa to leave you un attented. And, of course, he sort of thought he'd at least get to see it for himself as well. I'm told his company was unwelcome. Merely his transport"

"Company is one thing. A sitter is another..."

"He turned the whole thing into being a damn nanny."

"It's like how Gwen can't be cool anymore, either." Sulk.

Speaking of sitting, Fornax creels suddenly for attention. "Ah, excuse me." Art fumbles for a book, then takes the draconet to a corner to start reading. "The fundamentals of flight are broken down, ultimately, to four separate quantifiable aspects..."

"Dame Gladiola takes far too much blame on herself, for far too manythings. I agree. But with Wudlig, if I might point out, he IS still a nocker, and it's probably easier for him to declare himself a supervisor than simply say he'd like to 'tag along with you guys'. Nockers aren't always good at confessing feelings. He's an ugly kid without any friends here."

"He's not my boss, is he?"

"I'm older than him!"

"If he just wanted to hang out, he coulda SAID so."

"He should have said so. I'm sure YOU never hide any affections or interests for fear of rejection" Nadeen says, then glances towards Art then back at Thistle "Right? Be that as it may, to answer your question.. is he your boss? Technically, he has authority you do not. He's a knight. We live in a feudal system as determined by the Dreaming and Da'an. You two may get tired of hearing this, but you're fledges. Unsained. Unware of your place. It is not your physical ages of your bodies that matter nearly as much as your confirmed identity . This does not mean you have to take orders from every random knight that you pass, however... he ALSO was assigned as your mentor. He's been teaching you three days out of the week while Willy has been doing the other three or so something like that. So.. yes.. yes he's your boss. The Baron made it so. Has he been abusive?"

Thistle glowers.

"No."

"Would you believe I know how you feel?" She sighs "WHen I was a fledge, I had this HUGE troll girl. She would not obey me even though I was OBVIOUSLY noble. She'll tell the story differently, I'm sure. But she was forever putting rules on me. Don't go there alone. Don't dictum your parents just because it's convienent. You can't treat mortals like pets. ALL Sorts of rules." A sigh "Really, there were days I could explode. And she was such a damn good warrior... every time I picked up a sword I got a look like I was some cat ready to tangle with a rotweiler and I should leave this to the St. Bernard"

"We just wanted to go to the city, and I've been to New York before, and going to the library during the day is something hundreds of other people do without a big huge issue and I'm not a little kid just because I'm new at this thing."

Squint. "Are all trolls like that?"

"They have commonalties. THey can be frightful bullies in their urges to protect, and they take far too much on themselves. It varies. The Troll I speak off is Dame Dagmar, one of my dearest friends now. I treasure her ,and I have to confess she probably saved me or kept me out of danger more times than I have fingers" a nod "But I do get it. You have new talents, new insights, you'd think that would make you more free because you can do more, not less. But there are dangers out there that are new to you too. What a Svertal can do to a fledge" She shudders, actually shudders, then goes on "That said, I do understand how frustrated you feel. I hope you understand that worries for you ARE legitimate, not meant to insult or frustrate you and Arthur. Between your chimerical draw, and Art's tendency to leap before he looks, you both have a knack for either finding trouble or letting trouble find you. That said, Fornax is a creature of the dreaming. And I find much to respect in your two's efforts to help him"

"There are supposedly a shit-ton of Bookwyrms at the Met library."

"So they'd know what Fornax needed."

"What will you do if they take him away?" She inquires curiously

"They won't!"

She raises a brow "Are you sure? They might have their own right of rescue"

"He's not theirs. They don't have any claim on him. It's not like Goblin Town could claim me, just because I'm a nocker."