#baronyofthesilverwolf

The namer listens, then announces, Goodnocker "Thistlethwaite S. Fulcanelli!"

The Fae cheer! The mortals whoop and clap! The sluagh... endure, with suffering politeness!

"For Saltpetre, Nan!"

"Furk yeah!" Calls the elderly lady, she has taken out her teeth (to Diane's dismay!) and is plowing through a piece of Marigold's peach pie. No fucks given!

Art claps along with the others, perhaps a bit of longing, but no resentment there.

Aiden claps, and Nadeen can feel it as a bit of tension leaves the man. Everything has gone well. A successful saining!

Gwen has whooped as if she were at a sporting event.

And Nadeen applauds with evident pride

Sylvi joins in the applause! That was impressive!

The Namer allows Thistle to bask in the glory, this is her moment.

Dame Lavender 'Dee' D'Lorean tuts "Hope she can stick with a regular use name or it will how a lack of maturity" A wink

Even as she plays up on the harp, was an instrumental harp take on 'she blinded me with science' on the list?

As the applause start to die down, she speaks once more. "Welcome, Thistlethwaite. As your first actions as Silverwolf and Bold Heart's newest Fae, you may choose at this time if you wish to swear any oath, be it to love, vassal, motley, enmity or liege, if your soul, remembrances, or new life prompt you to do so. You may also choose to ask a Boon."

Baroness Dancingsnow prepares herself, not taking center stage, that is not hers, but ready for the boon to be considered

The magic of the saining still flows hot and heady through Thistle.

Her hair sticks up a bit, as though affected by static!

Citrine seems to have changed a little, as well! She is still Citrine, once Neverlander, refurbished and revived with Clockwork Parts, but she looks a little more... steady, solid, perhaps? Her glow is definitely brighter, and carries a hint of a hue that reflects the mood-ring changes of Thistle's cheek swirls.

"I... the Dreaming knows what it's doing, doesn't it? I just ask it... ask da'an, I mean, that those that need names get them in due course." A firm nod.

Baroness Nadeen appraises their former fledge, "You are our fledge no more, but you are still of Silverwolf. And we honor you this day. You do the right to ask for a boon and we are here to hear it" A smile

The Eilunid Namer's eyes shine with curiosity to see where this path of thought will lead. "Such is true! All things follow a course, like a river. Though, so many things may happen. A storm, a drought, a diversion, even a simple beaver. Rivers can change. Courses... can be altered." She says, quietly, knowing that what is spoken on the dais may not be heard unless projected.

"There have been... obstacles, between those I love and their Names."

For a moment, Nadeen realizes there is a pattern forming, one not of her making Oh she did not but it is flowing, and perhaps it will serve them after all. But she's going to have to ease Aiden

Aiden's expression twitches a bit. "What are they speaking of?" He murmurs to Nadeen. "Oaths, perhaps? I would accept her vassalage, of course."

"How... how do I ask for them to receive their Names in the right time from the right folk?"

Nadeen glances to Aiden during this, a look to brace himself, and stay calm. She is no troll but she knows him, and he her

Indeed, she takes his arm

"What is the right time? What is wrong?" Damn Eilunids, clever as cats and twice as obnoxious. At least Pooka just speak nonsense. Eilunids speak nonsense in riddles and pretend it is wisdom!

"You may ask a Boon. Who would you ask it of? What would you ask? They say to beware of Wishes, that your words will be twisted. Oh, it's true, they are not wrong. You can try to be specific, and beat the game, or you can try to be vague, and hope that the meaning shines through."

"Remember that a TRUE Name is not GIVEN. It is already owned. It must be found."

Then, of course, to be contrary, she adds, "Well, Names can be Given, or Changed - or forced upon. But that may be Another Story."

Nadeen whispers to Aiden, "I do not think this is vassalage, though I hope she continues to call this home. It maybe in her Excellency's hands rather than ours"

A raised brow. "You think the Countess means to snipe her from us?" He scoffs, in an undertone. "She is not up for trade."

She shoots a look over at Arthur, frowning.

Nadeen shakes her head and looks at the patterns unfolding.

He is watching, curiously. The crowd is starting to murmur.

Gwen looks worried more at her friend seeming to be indescive. Thistle had problems before with that.

"I'm not asking for me."

A tentative thumbs up and smile from Art. He doesn't know what is going on, but still, he is encouraging!

"I just want.... I just want to be able to fix things!"

"Ah, I see" Nadeen says "It maybe a boon can wait if you are unsure at this time, Thistlethwaite"

"There is no right or wrong, but indecision may take away your choice."

"You are at a height of your power - first, but by no means last. If you would act now, ASK, while the magic is strong." Something in Thistle mentally corrects the metaphor to Strike while the Iron is Hot!

"Art - maybe I would have sparked on my own, without him, but the truth of it is we came in together, and there's nobody I want more to HELP me find my sister!"

"It matters that we shared a Dream Dance, I know it!"

A look to Aiden and a whisper from Nadeen

The Countess is now murmuring something to her companion, the prettyboy who carries her purse. Possibly something completely innocuous.

Where Rochollor got the popcorn bag is unknown, but he's munching something from within it

Nan's voice cracks out from the back, "Ya gotta shit or get off the pot, hun!"

With love, but also a bit of spitfire! The uncomfortable murmurs are broken up a bit into amused chuckles.

The namer says one word, just shy of a command. "Ask!"

A chuckle from Nadeen at Nan's outburst. Perhaps it takes nocker or nocker blood to speak to nocker

Aiden shakes his head to his Baroness, a motion that signifies, waiting. At least, for a moment or two longer.

Nadeen inclines her head to him and waits

"Art needs his Name to go with me!"

She feels the magic burbling up within her, but there is something missing. Some critical reagent, that spark that will set the reaction ablaze!

Sylvi watches, aware of the tension between the players on and near the dais. "Careful..." she murmurs.