#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Did you see.... and the... and then the..." Pointing things out.

Nadeen braces herself and moves to the two sluagh

Sylvi sees wudlig frowning at her, but he moves on shaking his head

Lizbet is whispering to her uncle, and gesturing towards the namer with some interest. They both rise as the Baroness approaches.

Sylvi almost goes over to talk to Wudlig, but then sighs and doesn't. She does check to see if there's a chance the bar is already open.

Oh, it IS! There is punch, both regular and sparkling alcoholic, beer and wine... A Satyr with a stylish half-mohawk who is sampling the wares glances around, and tips a little bit of a flask into their own glass.

Sylvi nods to the satyr as she gets a serving of punch.

Art listens, but mostly he has his eyes on Thistle. "Are you okay? You were a little shaky the last time we spoke. I know you' ARE ready for this, but... I hope you feel ready, too." Encouraging.

She grimaces briefly.

"It's happening, ain't it?"

"And it's nice seeing everybody. I don't know what to say to Dad."

"Lizbet, Mr Abernathy, I want to thank you both for coming. Your support for Thistle is appreciated. I believe we have some foods suitable to your palate but if anything is lacking, let us know and we will accomidate" Nadeen's tone is sincere

The Satyr smiles back at her, and offers a hand. They have a little flag pin that is baby blue/white/pink, but are also wearing a rainbow bracelet. "Name's Sydney, they/them pronouns. Care for something a little stronger?" Offering the flask to Sylvi. "Just a touch, I'm not getting anyone tippled on Danica's watch, but enough to loosen any nerves."

Sylvi shakes their hand but declines the offer. "Not just yet, anyway. But thanks. Are you a friend of Thistle?"

Lizbet whispers, and has to repeat herself so that it's actually Audible.

"...gracious.... Tea... very... Much oblige..." And a small curtsey, though she keeps her eyes up to keep watch on Nadeen, even while showing proper deference.

Elias repeats, "Very kind, thank you, and the little cakes are exquisite. I never thought of using preserved sour lemon in such a fashion. My compliments to the chef."

Sydney smiles. "Everyone knows about Thistle. She's a riot! Why, when she was just a middle-school sprout, I pulled her in off the street once because it looked like she had used Acrylic paint on her hair. I run a salon, you know. Took a bit to convince her I wasn't trying to sell her a do, but I got her wholesale prices on actual hairdye that won't munge up your roots. Granted, I didn't know she was a fae then. Buried deep. But lots of good gems are."

Nadeen takes that in and seems pleased"I shall inform Marigold, our steward, of your pleasure with her efforts. She is a true wizardress. Do forgive my greeting and fleeting, but I hope to be a good hostess... ' A beat "to all" an inclined head and she will give them space"

"Oh, you knew her before her dreamdance! That's cool."

Art reaches out to give Thistle's arm a reassuring squeeze. "It is happening, and it will be fantastic. Don't worry. Soon, you will be saying "Meet your second daughter" to him, and that will be more than enough." He speaks with absolute confidence.

Sylvi sips then remembers herself. "I'm sorry, I didn't give you my name. Sylvi, freeholder for Goldfinch. Don't know if you've heard of it. Um, she/her."

"Goldfinch, that's rad! I heard some scuttlebutt. People always talk to their stylist, you know." They grin. "Recording studio, is it? I never was good at the AV stuff, once I tried to do a self-dye video tutorial but ended up kicking over the boom mic..." They relate a rather humorous (in HINDSIGHT!) tale.

Sigh. "I wish you could come."

Sylvi listens and responds with a tale about one of her own misadventures with her YouTube channel.

"I do to. You know, I..." He starts, then swallows. "Today is your day, though, right? We'll have adventures, lots!"

"I can still ask."

Nadeen moves to the Countess again. She hopes to make a good impression

Hope glimmers a bit, but... he shakes his head. "I worry I would hold you back. This mission is more important than my pride."

Snort. "You never hold me back. Idjit."

"Well, I -am- still a fledge. While I could go with, you would have to babysit me. When you should be working on the important matter. I also think that I would be in much trouble if I managed to get myself killed stupidly before my saining..."

A side glance towards where the Baron is hovering near Nadeen as she plays court to the Countess.

While talking with the satyr, Sylvi notes Thistle and Art talking over matters seriously.

Nadeen is showing the displays, "Everyone is most impressed with the spriggan detector"

"Right, just... you know how I feel, we chrysalized together. Maybe the Namer knows if that means something?"

Sylvi also sees that the Namer is standing not too far from Art and Thistle, and has her head tilted just a touch, looking distant. Her phone is in her hand, but she's not quite looking at it, but seems as though she is on a call that she is listening to. No earbud, though. She looks quite intrigued.

A soft breeze tickles the hair around Dame Artemis's slender pointed ears, though the air is otherwise still.

Ohhhh, that's cool, Sylvi thinks of the Seer's technique.

"And you deserve a fancy party, too, I don't wanna deny you that. Just... )(&()..."

At a break in the conversation with the satyr, Sylvi excuses herself and makes her way over to Thistle and Art. "Hi, sorry, can i intrude for a moment?"

“Oh, sure. Let me grab drinks.” art offers, and hurries towards the table.

where he gets caught in chat by Sydney…

Sylvi watches him go, then looks back to Thistle. "I don't know if you remember me. Sylvi," she says, offering her hand.

Gladiola joins Sylvi and THistle

"From the... Goldfinch place?"

"And you were at Dark Gate for a while!"

She grins. "Yup, that's me."

A nod of welcome to Dame Gladiola.

She takes the offered hand - nocker hands are gnarled, knobby things, both wiry and calloused.

Troll hands, even well-manicured ones, are large and strong.

"Didn't expect a bunch of shiny tin hats at my shindig." Pause. "Didn't expect this big a shindig."

Sylvi nods. "It's a pretty big to-do. The Baroness wouldn't let it be anything less, though, you know."

"You're a part of the pack, Thistle, And not the Butt end either"