#baronyofthesilverwolf

At a local 'cool spot' in Ithica where people her own age hang out in the Summer, Gwen is having SOME luck

In that, she is a pretty enough if TALL girl, who is dressed very nicely (By some views) and a few boys are checking her out.

That's gratifying.

Also... conflicting.

One hand, some of the looks are a bit sleezy rather than admiring, and she hopes THOSE guys stay away. On the other hand, some admiring glances (WHich politely do not linger) are from guys who seem good looking and mannerly... and she reallyy wishes one of THOSE guys would show some spine and approach her already.

Very conflicting.

While her brain runs through all the drama any girl her age might, her outer expression is reserved, borderline stoic. Still a troll even if they can't see it

The boys DO notice her and few ignore her, seeing girls more to their liking, others make private commentary

"She Latina or something?"

"Don't know, tall though" Another says

"No shit, a guy could run out of oxygen going down on a girl that high" One jokes

Some snickers, but one of them says "C'mon man"

Of course, there are also girls here... and they're not all allies to each other

"Wow, someone does not know how to package"

"Don't blame the wrapping " A snicker "Blame the product"

But not everyone among the daughters of eve are horrid

One girl approaches, not the gender Gwen was looking for . She's not as tall , not even in her mortal form, but she is athletic. Brown hair, green eyes, and while dressed up nice with make up, she doesn't look comfortable either "You too, huh?"

Gwen blinks "Pardon?"

"You got the 'you need to socialize more' speech and put out into the world?" The girl smiles "Meet people, that kind of thing? From friends or maybe your mom?"

Gwen tilts her head back, then says "Something like that. You too?"

"Oh yeah, though I may seem bold, I'm actually relieved you're here so I can have someone else to talk to rather than learning flirting years late."

Gwen gives a lip twitch, if this girl is 'reserved' and using her , she does't quite see it, but, well, "I'm Gwen," She offers a hand.

"OH , I know who you are" Says the shorter girl, but she does take the hand shake "We met, Number 7. You nearly took my head off, though you don't remember me and our protective gear probably hid my features as you rolled right over me to get a goal"

Gwen blinks "Wait, you play Lacrosse?"

"For your old schools's rival, I did yeah" The Brunette grins then makes a faux battle cheer "Stick em high, stick em low, can't take the heat, off you go"

Gwen actually does smile now "I remember your school and that chant." A beat "We HATE you guys... well hated."

"We loathed the ground you walked on too, and really resented getting stomped so early in the season. I was a #9, but my parents call me Mavis." Mavis grins "Nice to formally meet you. Can I please hang out here so I don't end up in a corner alone looking like a lunatic?"

Gwen says "Is that to say 'I' was over here looking like a lunatic?"

"More like you were the only sane one in the room besides me?" Mavis answers "if you're a lunatic, I'm a total basket case."

Gwen's protective nature comes out "Oh what the hell." She put out her line and none of the fish are biting, "Sure, let's talk about old times beating each other up with sticks in our hands."

"Yes, that's a girlish thing to do" Mavis grins.

Before Gwen knows it, she has completely blown this. An hour passes, as they talk of Lacrosse. She was supposed to get a potential boyfriend, not a FRIEND Friend. She really sucks at this.

Near the end of that hour, as Gwen is getting ready to go, a tall guy, about as tall as Gwen's mortal mein in fact, approaches. He has dark hair in a kind of man perm, a nice smile, and good hygiene. He approaches, and building up his courage, says "Pardon, I couldn't help but notice your drink was low.. I'd be happy to buy you a refill?"

"Honestly I think it's great the Irish have given a tribe a chance to go to the international games instead and ... " Gwen turns, sees the guy and smiles "Oh thanks. I was about to head home though to check on my dogs, and have had plenty. Nice of you though" Then she turns back to Mavis, "I know I'll be cheering them on. Talk to you later, Mavis?"

"You know it," Mavis assures as they've exchanged contact info.

"Great" She nods to her, smiles at the cute guy with the man perm, and heads on outside, starts her car up, and drives...

five miles on the road...realization kicks in

At a loss for words, she borrows from a nocker friend, "I'm a Furking idjit"

(End Scene)

Wudlig has been busy, the scanner for the dream dance is the most delicate part, the most advanced ,and the most out of his usual comfort zone... the cloaking? He can do that in his sleep

The carriage body actually goes up fast. He has extra chasis in case comething happens to his personal vehicle, after all

But that dream Dance scanner... woof... he may need to call in some remote consults.

He ponders gettting thistle, but he's not sure her artistry could help at all.

Willie does horseshoes.

Let's be honest, Willie is a fine tradeswoman crafter, and Thistle a fantastic artist crafter... but he's the only TRUE inventor of the lot. Properly trained by both Dougal and ELder nockers.

Not that he would dare say this to either Wilder woman. Who needs the fight.

Then he remembers something... that Never catcher had a kind of detector on it, didn't it?