#baronyofthesilverwolf

"So she could be a villain, if you do her wrong."

"I mean, that's anyone maybe."

"I bet even Bluebell could be pushed too far."

"Exactly."

"What I know of sluagh, she might enjoy bein' thought of as spooky."

"Oh, I bet that's true. Then again, she found a good partner with Sir Earl."

"I mean, his artwork is shudder-worthy."

"A sluagh knight?"

"Nope! Troll."

"And an artist?"

"...troll artist? Yeah?"

Pause.

PAUSE.

"Totally."

"....What's his last name?"

"DeBuke. Why?"

"No. Furkin'. WAY."

A blink. "I said something wrong?"

"You know Earl 'The King of Morbid" DeBuke?"

That startles a laugh out of her. "Who calls him that?"

"Like... everyone?"

"Wow. Well...yup, I do. I don't know him well, but yeah."

"He has this one painting, of a dude taking Death as a lover, and as they're layin' down on a sepulchre like it's a bed, right? He's turning into a corpse..."

"Ooh, I haven't seen that one."

"It's got this use of chiaroscuro that's mind-blowing! The shadows are like some El Greco shit..."

"Chiaro...what?"

"The shadows versus the light! Anish Kapoor oughtta sue him for stealin' that black, save that Anish Kapoor is a choad."

Sylvi blinks. "Um...okay?" A grin. "I'm getting about every third word, sorry."

"I'm not that much of a painter, I prefer dimensional work... but you gotta respect. His work Ain't Drek."

"So that's what you were doing in the art gallery that time"

"Earth Runes has a sweet collection!"

"You know, maybe I can see about you getting to meet him sometime?"

Oh dear, the nocker is off again - describing favorite pieces with a bit too much jargon for Sylvi to entirely follow. She is enthused, though!

"Furk yeah!"

"I'd owe you."

"Ohhh, be careful about saying stuff like that!"

A wink.

"Seriously, it'd be my pleasure to try. I can't promise it'll happen, though, okay?"

Meanwhile, the Namer has circled back around. Her setup on the dais is complete, and she manages to approach Thistle from behind. Gwen and Sylvi will see her coming.

"Oh...hey, looks like it's showtime." Sylvi nods past Thistle's shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Oh (*&%^%$."

A raised brow, impressed.

"You got this," Sylvi stage whispers once again, then gives a respectful nod to the Seer.

"Thistle, please come with me." The dame says pleasantly. As they walk towards the Dais, Art catches her gaze - he is holding those drinks! His expression droops for just a moment, then he juggles, and tries to give her a thumbs up, almost spilling, but manages it. He mouths, "you've got this!" Echoing Sylvi.

Her spirals waver between yellow - and blue at the sight of Art.

She shoots a thumbs-up back.

Gwen watches Thistle be taken away and mutters to Sylvi "THere goes the cause of half my ulcers, and a good quarter of my friends"

The Namer isn't in a hurry. In fact, she meanders. And asks, conversationally, "What is your heart's desire?"

Sylvi gives Gwen a grin. "That's a pretty good resume."