#baronyofthesilverwolf

She also runs his claws over the actual word even if that book isn't braille

He turns his head towards her voice, and bonks the scented spot with his nose again, inhaling. He seems to like the scent!

"THat's the smell of Banana" SHe assures and takes his little claw and makes a B and an A.. and so on

"I'll try doing some new reading to him tonight, work on vocabulary." Art offers, adding a twirl on one of the letters he is toying with.

"Sounds good. Sorry, you and Thistle are better at this than i am but it's nice to help. He's a cute little thing" A look at Art "Art, if it turns out you do have a high rank, there's no rule saying you have to grab a balefire and do a job you hate. "

He tilts his head. "Isn't there? The Escheat, the code of Chivalry, Noblesse Oblige, 'With Great Power, etc..."

"There are Barons who live at Ducal Courts without land, doesn't mean they don't have duties of a nother sort, or don't set an example. "

"Our duchess is an Eilunid. I could probably get along with her..." He considers. "Not that I'm planning on going anywhere. I might not have rank at all beyond inherent Sidhe nobility. What would I have been knighted for?" A bit of a goofy grin.

"Well, I Hope you do stay here. And... well, you did once lure some enemies away, that was brave. "

"Thistle said it was stupid..."

"Heroic moments are probably a bit of both"

He laughs. "Well, it all turned out alright in the end, yeah? ...Huh." He looks thoughtful. "Gwe- Gladiola? Do you want me to try to seek a vision about your bug problem? I mean, the Barony's problem. I've done that a few times - normally Thistle helps me focus, but... I could try if you wanted."

"You .. you can try?" SHe asks "Thats.. I thought they just hit you"

"...Sometimes." He admits. "I can't promise it will work... one time all I got was the worst headache ever."

"Well, I sure wouldn't say no if you wanted to give it a try." She ponders " I find them horrible"

"Okay. I'll try." He sits there, thoughtful for a minute or two, then asks, "Do you have any clues? Like, something tangible I can see or feel?"

"Jeremiah bit his almost whole... but the first one I speared, I think" She digs to see if she has a leg or wing bit still

It shriveled up to almost nothing once she pierced it, but the wings remained, not having had much 'juice' in them to start. Dry and leathery, with a coppery scent like old dried blood.

"Can we make some tea? Like when we visited the Librarian? I'm not sure if that was part of her cantrip, but the whole.. theatrics of it, maybe will help."

"Sure, it if helps your vision quest.." She knows a bit from mom on how to make tea for guests even if she loves coffee

She leads him to the kitchen to do just that, putting a pot on

He chooses a blend from Marigold's kitchen, the Sleepytime blend with chamomile. On the side table, he lays out the pages of notes he took on request from Lady Nadeen, the D&D book open to the pages about the weird bat-bug creatures, the bit of wing, and the tea. Thinking, he adds a citronella candle that claims to be mosquito repellant that is in a drawer, and a flashlight from the same junk drawer. "Anything else you can think of?"

"Wings and tea? Not sure what else we have. Maybe it's name? If it's a stirge, then maybe invoking that?"

"Hm." He digs back into the junk drawer, and brings out a pin cushion. Of course, it's shaped like a plump tomato, and stuck in with all sorts of pins and needles for quick sewing fixes. He pulls one long bobby pin out and sets the rest aside.

Art tries to remember the etiquette that the sluagh librarian had followed. He bows slightly to Gwen, and waits for her to sit, then pours tea for them both. He gestures for her to drink... and sips his own tea, then starts reading from the Monster Manual, quietly reciting what the book sauys about Stirges.

Gwen does as directed. Wondering what the Baroness would think of this

When he gets to the end of his notes, he sips his tea, and gestures to Gwen, whispering, "Can you tell me what you know, now as well?"

The whisper is probably overkill, but the atmosphere does feel a bit... portentous.

She relatates, softly, when she met the squirel, and what it said of the stirge. THen she relates others

He listens. Fornax, set carefully aside on a counter top, listens too... or he did, until he fell asleep. Ah well, he's still but a baby.

When Gwen finishes, he finishes his tea, and dumps the leaves onto a piece of paper in the middle of the table, and gestures for Gwen to do the same, onto the same page.

That Gwen does. She's not a fan of tea but she hopes to help

After she does, Art pricks his finger, and squeezes a drop of blood onto the leaves.

The splatter of damp leaves sits wetly on the paper, and gradually the moisture leeches from the leaves, into the fabric of the page, pale green and red, diluting into pink spreading in a splotchy pattern.

He doesn't pass the pin to Gladiola, but is gazing at the... well, it just looks like a mess on the table to HER... but glamour stirs, and it is clear that Art is focusing on SOMETHING.

He tilts his head, looking... a bit confused... but stares into the splotches, then his eyes widen. "A pen, Gwen? Do you have a pet?" He daren't take his gaze away, just holding out a hand.

SHe knows where a pen and note pad is in this kitchen and grabs it... handing a pen over and putting the pad under him. She's a bit in awe

He takes the pen, but rather than the notepad, he carefully traces along the lines where the water has spread on the page. He has to pause a few times and wipe off the nib, as it gets damp or a bit of tea leaf stuck to it...

Gwen helps but mostly stays quietly

She does infuse a bit of glamour in the pen, maybe that will help his cantrip even during it?

It's... a scribble, only, but soon something comes together, and Art blinks, and shakes off the tea leaves entirely.. a bit of a mess on the table now, and there's even a trace of blood on them! But he holds up the page triumphantly as though it shows something!

He turns the page and sets it in front of Gladiola, and then draws a small star around the reddish blotch in the middle. Looking at it from this angle... mmmm....

"It's a MAP. Does this look familiar to you? See, if these areas are forest, and the lines, maybe a creek, or a trail?"

It took his prompting for her to resolve the image from weird shape to WEIRD SHAPE WITH MEANING, but she DOES know it, vaguely!

She thinks back, first to the area where the squirel was, and if that doesn't match, to the camp site. Heck, she has a map of the latter to line this up against

One of the outward areas, not along a riding or hiking trail proper... it's actually neither of those locations, but somewhere off road... it's a rather rocky, muddy area by a boggy stream. Not very pleasant to hike through, and she generally goes around it. But she does know WHERE it is, if not the details of the area itself.

Or... is the map sideways? It COULD be over to the North, that also looks like a wooded area.

"Damn" She is unsure then "Maybe.. ..." A groan

"I need to get some maps out or patrol for a new look. I'm sorry Art. "

She makes a copy of his weird shaped thing though, carefully, if he won't use the note pad she can

"Didn't Nadeen have Blossom running aerial surveilance? Maybe one of her maps will help." He reasons, "This is an OVERHEAD view, you always see things from the ground level."

"Wow, Blossom could be useful, who knew?" She says

"Considering that I think others think the same about me, hey." He says in her defense.

A smile at that "Fair. And your'e right. She actually has been useful. Sometimes her diva act gets irksome though" She ponders "yes, it might be ideal"

"Sorry about the mess.... I'll find a sponge."

"Long as I get all the details you made first" Carefully she wants to get every bit