#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Or the 4D for short!"

"But.. yeah, the vehicle itself? I guess 4D is okay"

Hurumphs

"AND you could arrange the D's in a logo like butterfly wings!"

"Not every craft needs to be art" He points out "Sometimes low key is best"

Clearly his banner house biases him

"Pshaw! What's friendlier than a butterfly?"

"Ever watch the Venture brothers?" He counters

"No?"

"Butterflies have a mighty sting" He says

"That'd be bees, innit?" She leans out the window, looking ahead.

As their own pumpkin hurtles through (Possibly upsetting a few of the animals on the hold) and they leave Silverwolf 's estate behind, there seems at first no sign of a dream dance, but they keep crossing the barony, ignored by mortals despite their great speed. The detector (patent pending) tells them they are getting closer.

It closes in on a grassy clearing, adjacent to a playground. Technically part of the local school campus, but it's summer, so fair game.

A young woman is there, a pretty enough brunette. She's tall without being trollishly overgrown, with green eyes, and she is practicing with a lacross stick.

As she goes through some practice moves, her motions... change. Becoming smoother, more fluid, strike, parry, thrust! A swordswoman's stance.

Magic swirls as a dream dance starts to spark into being!

"Hey, it's the butterfly!" Art calls, leaning out the window. Leaning FAR out the window, in fact. Did they even install seatbelts?

Seatbelts? BETTER THAN SEATBELTS... Air Bags with a helium mix so it doesn't weigh the vehicle down. IF they deploy, those within should be safe, albeit with a higher pitch to their voices

"Oh yeah. Cool! Told you the inclusion of those cocoon husks was key to the formula!"

'YEAH well... beginer's luck IS a thing" He says

"Not luck, fundamental sympathetic alchemy!"

The brunette doesn't seem to notice them, as she pivots, twirling, a slice, and down - the lacross stick in her hands melting and changing into... a chimerical sword! The grounds start to change as well, fed by the dream dance, the manicured grass taking on a checkerboard pattern of light and dark green, and with a rumble, giant chess pieces appear - some growing out of the ground as though wrought from stone, others made of greenery and wood. The Brunette finds herself in the place of the Queen's knight on the side of....

/roll coin

WOOD!

"Well, without tinkering on some streamlined get there engineering we wouldn't even... oh hey look!" He points

To the transforming girl

"Cool. Okay, 4D, time to whoooaaaaaaa."

A pawn slides forward, only to be crashed into the ground by a wooden bishop! It is shattered into pieces of stone.

ANd then suddenly a new carriage appears out of seemingly nowhere! The veil about it drops as it slams into one chess piece in it's effort to get to the Chyrsilad. Art may feel a SHIVER of recognition... for while it looks not like a pumpkin, there is the stink of that on it

And it's door opens towards the dream dancer

The brunette is SHOOK, rubbing at her eyes. "What the..." Glowing, her ears extending to delicate points, her hair still long and brown but now with an unearthly luster, her skin, gleaming with inner light.

She does not see the Carriage.

"There IS another Carriage!"

"She!" Art calls, jubilant, or rather, "Sidhe! And not a body-snatcher, that lady is pure autumn sidhe. And look, it's chess!" Art is distracted, gleeful at the glamour that washes over them. "Knight to rook four!" He calls advice!

A crunch of shattering wood as the new carriage rolls over and destroys a pawn.

"It's always the pawns that die first" Wudlig observes "Autumn eh? Less hassle there we need to get closer to her... and rescue before the other carriage takes her away"

The glamour iS going wild, and some of it infuses anything and anyone about

Art is hanging out the window and yells, "bad form! No interfering from the onlookers!" In defence of the slain pawn.

"It doesn't CARE, Underwear model!" Wudlig declares, his behaivor right now a little less polite knight a lot more Nocker

And the open door of the enemy carriage sprouts tendrils of leather and wire to grab at the prize.

"Oh, hey! Th'furk?"

"GET OVER HERE!" She raps her knobby knuckles against the side of the carriage, to Hopscotch the fledge away from the intruder, and towards themselves.

Art rolls right out of the window! He manages to catch the fall on his shoulder and turn it into a tumble, coming up onto his feet - if not elegant, at least uninjured. He draws his own sword and starts towards the carriage... only to step on one of the squares where the pawn has been lost.

A Knight from the other side raises an axe, and blocks his path.

"Hey! I'm trying to help!"

Meanwhile, a rook from the Sidhe's end, a little like a castle and a little like a warrior, is turning to look at the intruding charior.

The sidhe is grabbed up by HOPSCOTCH, a shriek in surprise, and in glee! As she flies through the air towards the 4D!

"Heya newbie! We're friendly!"

And the tendrils follow at remarkable length, trying to track the dream dancer's unusual signature even in this chrystlis maelstrom. Of course, it doesn't account for a chimerical magnet... which is probably why THISTLE finds herself snagged about the waist, and yankked, even as the new sidhe flies towards her instead

"ROOKIE!" Wudlig cries in alarm as Thistle is snagged

"What the bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!"

"What kinda bad anime tentacle bullshit is this? GEDOFF!" She is kicking and clawing.

Art, on the board, sees this rapid exchange almost literally 'fly by'. The fair sidhe of autumn landing near the friend's 4d, and Thistle shooting by him like , well, yes, a girl being grabbed by an animae monster

Heck, she tries BITING it.

"THISTLE!" Art calls in alarm, ducking under the wide swipe of the stone knight and past a wooden pawn, which allows him pasage through it's square.

The new fledge is abandoned to Wudlig as he chases after Thistle!