#baronyofthesilverwolf

He does, and though his ears are pink, he bows to everyone.

"NOW CUT THE DANG CAKE!" Shouts Briar!

"Here here! Chirps Bluebell!"

She clings just a bit tightly to Art's arm, leaning a bit on her friend for support.

Perhaps giving and receiving both!

Laughter at the cake talk

"Yes, please, Thistle, Art, would you do the honors for the cake?" The Baroness says near her lord

Cake? Chime! Chime? Chime!

"The stars are a nice touch."

Madern looks at Marigold to see how she's holding up

He gives her a surprised glance, Thistle is always the strong one, isn't she? But he straightens up in response. "Of course." He steps forward, and reaches to his side, drawing a long, thin blade. And then he stops, and gives it a confused look.

"Where..."

Realizing suddenly that he has drawn steel in the presence of his lieges, he quickly lowers it.

"That's new..." Discerning look at the blade - crouching down to get at eye-level when he lowers it.

Aiden steps forward, he had stood at the sudden appearance of drawn blade. Approaching, he holds out a hand to Art. "The blade, Squire."

With only the slightest hint of hesitation, not wanting to part with it though he is not sure why, he turns and offers it to Aiden, hilt first, with a bow. "

Thistle was able to see that it is a shiny and thin bladed sword, with a swirly kinda cupped handle...

"Swept-hilt..."

Aiden, on the other hand, murmurs, "This is no ordinary blade. French in origin... I am no expert, but certainly a Nobleman's blade.

Nadeen glances over "Gaulish origin makes sense"

"Though, the hilt is a bit..." Art blinks, and leans forward, touching it gently, and an invisible catch seems to flip - there is some sort of ornate compass in the hilt.

Quite unintelligible, but very pretty...

"Wicked knife, nerd!" Briar calls out from the back.

Thistle is making her kenning-face again. It seems that curiosity is purple.

Aiden offers it back, though he advises, "You would do well not to draw that openly in Court, lest you wish to issue a challenge... start a fight.. or end one." A clear note in his tone, and Art bows quickly and checks for a sheath... he does not see one on his belt... in fact a moment ago he hadn't seen the sword.

"Did you pull it out of hammer-space?"

"Maybe a treasure..." Squint.

"I... I don't know!" Marveling.

It does gleam, with glamour! In fact, it is entirely chimerical.

"I'll have to ask Willy to help me with a sheath. A scabbard?"

Poke. "It's all chimerical. Might have manifested when you Sained..."

"Willy is good with leather. Could do black leather and purple and silver accents..."

"I didn't see it."

Marigold tuts and brings a tablecloth to wrap the sword in for a moment. "I'll just set this over HERE, and you can use this serving knife."

"Oh... okay." Art allows the Matron to bustle away his treasure with a somewhat startled look, and then looks to the knife in his hand.

Briar calls, "Just pretend yer gutting a pig!"

He laughs, and without further ado, he slices the cake. "Thistle, you want to serve?"

"Can do!"

Teamwork!

Art slices, and hands each one off to Thistle.

And she hands the plates out. Briar first.

The cake, despite being a rushed affair, is tall and fluffy, moist and well frosted.

Briar shoves it in her face, and then grumbles as Bluebell tells her she must WAIT until everyone has one before she can have a second piece.

Dee gets one, "Congrats, Squire, Congrats Crafter. Oo thanks, lots of frosting on that one"

There is more than enough cake, and soon everyone has some. Even Lord Aiden indulges in a bite or two, though he seems more pleased to watch his Lady enjoy hers.

Thistle certainly indulges in her slice. Cake!

Nadeen does savor hers, though AIden can tell it's the taste of finally getting this saining celebration going that she really relishes.

Citrine is eating handfuls of icing from Thistle's piece. Art offers Fornax a bite, but he is uninterested.

Gwen whispers to Thistle "How mad is Art about that intro? I thought it was pretty good myself"

"He's good!"

"Good" She smiles "Here, open up a gift from me. I got you more than one but this is the smaller one" Gwen offers it up for her to unwrap