#baronyofthesilverwolf

David considers the idea carefully, tracing his fingers along the stone once more. “A seismic speaker could indeed resonate with the stone, perhaps enough to soothe the Sentinel.

But it’s a double-edged sword. If the vibrations are too strong or the frequency off, it might do the opposite—stir it further awake.”

He pauses. "I wonder what it meant by 'on completion', and '...interrupted.' The marble glome muses.

"Does sound like there were meant to be conditions met before it woke up" Gladiola agrees, "Sorry, three questions was the best I got"

"Right, so - like, the thing HAS a job, and it's gonna wake up prematurely... which will be bad when the actual job is due?"

"And its job may not be pleasant for us for all we know"

"I think we're better off if it just stays asleep?"

"Oh yeah, that lullaby idea is looking good" Gwen nodss "Weaver ward would fade even if the baroness pulle d it off. " She does not mention that this thing might work on a different hierarchy making her title less potent.

"Right, but we don't want to screw up and wake it up faster..."

"Yeah" She nods "We may need to hit that Historian and other research first before we try anything to increase our odds of getting it right"

"And Art."

"I dunno why you don't want to ask him. He's got visions, and soothsay, so mystical fuffala is up his purple-spangled alley."

Gladiola looks confused, "I never said I didn't want to ask him"

"And I'm fine with him helping" She says , definitely baffled "I only mention Mr. Aberdeen as he is a historian "

(Aberdeen 😉 )

David suggests, "Perhaps we can consult both through a division of labor."

Gwen nods "My apologies, I thought I had suggested at that very thing earlier."

"I can talk to Wudlig about the seismic thing..." She rubs the back of her neck, a faint frown passing across her features, and a flicker of yellow in her spirals.

Gladiola nods "Okay, so sounds like Thistle asks Art and Wudlig. I'll talk to Mr. Aberdeen. David, you probably should stick at the hold. I don't want to put you at risk of exposure by taking you to town. Ready to drive back? We probably COULD all use a lunch from mom, at least, we kithain could, then we split up and do the division of labor thing? Sound good?"

David nods.

Citrine chimes, buzzing over, a few other nevers belling around her curiously. She fusses at them as they try to steal HER prize.

The clockwork Never clutches something to her chest as she darts and weaves - the others seem to think it is a game. Oh, maybe it is! Keep away!

(pause for Cat)

"Hey, idjit, what did you get? You better not eat it..."

"Chime CHIME!" She protests, and darts towards the safety of...

/dice 1d3

David, who is the largest and sturdiest, perching on his shoulder.

Gwen blinks as she realizes SHE is no longer the largest and sturdiest. Ego bruised

The pale green and delicate lilac nevers, not quite as daring, pull up short and blow raspberries at Citrine, who holds her prize!

It looks like a cherry! But it is dull and rough surfaced, not actual fruit, with a long, thin, twisted stem.

Citrine smacks the cherry into the side of David's head, trying to break it open to get at where the treat must be hidden.

He slowly blinks, but does not otherwise flinch. "What are you doing, little one?" Bemused.

"What the heck?"

"is that a cherry bomb fire work?"

The other Nevers chime, a little petulantly, as Citrine has the prize. They had to resort to playing with scraps of wrappers that say things such as "Big Daddy Boom" and "M-80", and one of them has found what looks like a blasted off cap from a firework, and is wearing it like a jaunty hat!

"THAT might explain things waking up"

"That is NOT candy, you fiddle-brained nincompoop! You wanna be a never-ever?"

"She's right, Citrine. That is an UNcandy, LOOKS good, tastes terrible" A pause "Remember how that thing in the urinal LOOKED like a mint, but was not?"

Citrine pauses, thoughtfully. "Chi-chime?"

Sticking out her tongue in a "yuck" face.

"Yeah, it wasn't a big white mint, was it?" A nod "This is kind of like that, but even more dangerous"

Her wings buzz thoughtfully, then she drops the cherry. TINK! It hits the ground.

Arms cross, pouting.

"Why is she upset?" David ponders, uncomprehending.

"She's a creature of sensation, and was hoping this would taste good" Gwen picks it up "Becuase it looks like it would. it doesn't and might, in fact, explode... definitely will if lit. She's disappointed." She offers the firework to Thistle but says "No promises, Citrine, but I'll try to get you something sweet when we get home, or maybe Thistle will, she knows your tastes better"

Citrine gives a raspberry, then sulks.

David watches the exchange, his marble features softening. "It seems she just wanted to contribute. I understand now."

The glome picks up a dull piece of rock, and closes his hand around it. A soft crunching sound echoes slightly, followed by a flicker of Glamour that shimmers through the air. When David opens his palm, it transformed into a small, shiny crystal, glinting in the sunlight, surrounded by limestone dust.

"Here, little one. A small gift from the earth."

"Oh, she'll like that. It's shiny."

"That's very nice of you, David"

A small smile. “It is but a simple crystal, common enough. But, it refracts light in a way I believe the little one may find pleasing.”

A nod "Like Thistle said, she'll like that. It's Shiny" A grin at thistle, and admiring glance back at David. More than she's normally let escape.

David considers this for a moment as Citrine coos over the shiny fragment. “Yes.” He says, with a small smile back to Gwen.

Her eyes shine for a moment then, "Ah, ready to go, Thistle?"

"Hmm? Yeah..." She's dug out the sketchbook Art gave her, and is focused on whatever she's scribbing on its pages