#baronyofthesilverwolf

"No." She follows after Dee, her footsteps light and quick. "I plucked it hence, down to the root." Indeed, The Knight can see a fair pile of the leaves and plants, neatly stacked on the outside of the paddock fence, out of reach of even stretching necks.

"Thank you, Lizbet, that's really nice of you. " she says looking the area around the southest paddock and further anyway, got to double check "Hope you liked that T shirt for your Togail. I couldn't think of anything else"

The T shirt in question may need proper time to wear and tear... but it did have a thoughtful logo

"It is fitting." She says, and then looks over the paddock once more. "I wish for you to deliver my Boon request to the Lady. If you will."

"You've decided? How nice" A nod "Sure. I can do that. Especially since you cleared that blackfern out. I mean I'm pretty sure you have uses, but the horses do not need that stuff"

"The rumours of plague are still dying down, it is not yet meet for me to visit." She says, practically. "The boon I wish is in the Lord Dragon's domain, but it is clear that if he were to be seen as the head of the Barony, then Lady Nadeen is the neck that turns him eagerly to her will."

"It invoves the animals then?" She guesses

"One." Her eyes gleam a bit. "I asked the dreaming to whisk me away swiftly to adventures henceforth unknown. I may be a whisperer, but I am a wilder. I thought my boon unanswered... until papa - that is, mortal Father mine - gave me a gift. One that he is not certain why he chose, or what inspired him, or how to house! Mama was quite irked... to find a pony on her doorstep."

"It is, as one might say, a shanda!"

Lizbet does look amused.

"She is mine own, but needs must be boarded. We have not stables, and the neighbors have already complained."

"Hey, you have a pony? Is she with you?"

Dee actually lights up at this

A gummy smile. "On the trail. I had to ensure the proper environs of the paddocks. I checked them over, blade by blade."

"Don't blame you, you've got to take care of your horse and your horse will take care of you. Here, let's go see her, if you don't mind?"

"Wait, I know this legend..." She scrambles her brain

"She is magnificently macabre, is she not? And in the winter, when her very breath with be gouts of cold steam, and her eyes gleaming red..."

"Mari Lwyd?" A brow

A tiny smirk, pleased! "She shall haunt and menace every doorstep. WE shall."

"Do you know how to ride a horse, Lizbet?" Not insultingly

And sshe does approach the fine creature, which while morbid, looks to be in great health

"Asgwrn is teaching me herself. We are swifter than the wind."

Indeed, the little pony does have great confirmation, but could it possibly stand up to a fleet, longer legged mare?

"Well, Aswyrn is lovely, and if you want lessons in riding from me, let me know. " She eyes the skulled thing then nods "Greetings, Asgwrn"

She kens it.

Oh, yes, a dark fire burns in the heart of this horse, a rich thread of glamour that is akin to Lizbet's own. As true as any gift from the dreaming, it fits Lizbet marvelously well.

"I got to tell you, Lizbet, that little pony is so perfect for the season I don't know where to start. Look, unless she's disruptive to the horses and others here I'm pretty sure the Baron will be happy to board her. And the Baroness will keep to her word and agree. It's a good request too. Shows you take this magnificent gift from the dreaming seriously. Does she like regualr food, or prefer more moldy apples?"

"It is the most wonderful..." She pulls an apple from her pocket. A brightly polished, shiny and red-gold apple, speckled and plump.

"Here, offer it to her." The wilder hands to apple to Dee.

And Dee does, appraoching with easy professionalism

Bone-white lips pull back from bared yellowed teeth, and the pony exhales on the apple, her breath hot and heavy. Where the gust of exhalation touches the apple, it shrivels, skin cracking and sinking, wet and mouldering... and it is picked up with a click of teeth that politely do not even nick the surface of Dee's hand, and swallowed with delight. Though, there is an unpleasant stickiness that remains on her palm that may make her wish to wash.

"She is a mare of Autumn indeed."

"I both in awe and slightly unnerved. Bravo, Lizbet"

She does however, stroke Asgwrn's flank if the pony does not object

Though her mortal hand tells her that there is fine, warm horseflesh under her touch, something yet feels skeletel, like leathery hide stretched over bones.

"Tactile mein, you're a very pretty and proper nightmare steed"

"She is small, not like those overgrown Troll brutes. And I am light, she carries me as easily as a shadow."

"Probably quiet even on autumn leaves. Fae steeds like these often have such thematic gifts," She informs Lizbet

"Maybe her hooves will beat like a heart 'neath the floorboards. But she may stay, unbothered, in the stables here?"

"I will gladly pass on your message and request. We'll need to see how the other horses react. Come on, bring her in"

Lizbet turns, and the untethered pony follows her.

D'Lorean sees how the other horses react to the newcomer, do they panic, do they get aggressive? She needs to be here to make sure they animals can tolerate each other

There are definitely some murmurs and nickers in horseish.

Nadeen's favored mount shows her teeth at the newcomer!

However, Joker stretches out his neck, and they exchange sniffs. Once the others see that the impulsive young stallion is unharmed, they relax as well. None seem too eager to approach, but the bone mare in turn seems to enjoy her own company.

"I think she'll be happiest in a stall or stable with just a little distance" A consideration "Lizbet, am I right in asssuming she prefers shadowy spots to the sun? That would be another factor to her stabling"

"Yes, filtered light like the weak sun through autumn leaves..."

Dee knows from the look of the pony's coat, even if she hadn't read articles about Welsh Mountain Ponies, which of course she HAS, that they would also likely do fine outside in all but the harshest weather.

"I don't think the cold will bother here. Let's put her over here for now and I'll go ask the Baroness. Would you like to come in for some tea? Marigold is feeling much better" She guides the odd pony to the far stall away from Nadeen's snappy steed

"You must ensure I will not be barred her. I will not impose my self upon the freehold manor, but if my bonemare shall reside within, I must be granted leave to come and go."

Very daring in asking.

"I will tell them of that too, and as a knight, if I should find you barred for any reason I will endeavor to liberate your steed and return her to you. We of Silverwolf are NOT thieves" A beat "Except for the piskie" A beat "SOmetimes Briar snitches food" A beat "Bluebell can get complicated in pursuit of a prank" A consideration "Sometimes Thistle borrows things to incoporate in her art if she gets inspired. " A beat "But other than THAT, we of Silverwolves are not thieves"

Serious dark eyes. "Be that as it may. A measure of trust is given here, which your lady has earned, and I hope that it shall not turn to bite me in return."