#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Oh, Mavis was looking for you, by the way." Art says to the Baroness.

"I'll have them ready for inspection.. um.. by the 25th? Sound good?"

Her mouth twists. Oh, hey, who knew her spirals could turn green?

Art doesn't notice, he's trying to juggle another bolt of cloth and grab the baggie back from Citrine at the same time. The Never tinkles with laughter and flits just out of reach, only to drop down again and mime giving it to him... ZIP!

"The 25th it is, and off to find Mavis then" Nadeen glides out leaving the two to talk

"Come on... okay, here we... argh! Citrine!" But there's laughter in his voice.

"Thistle, would you be so kind?"

A plaintive note.

The clockwork never swoops out of reach again, holding the sparkling baggie and blowing a raspberry. The nevers get more mischievous around Samhain, and Citrine is no exception.

"What are the beads for?"

"Citrine, I could trade you a gummy cluster for the bag..."

"I finally figured out a costume.! And they're not beads, they're Swarovski crystal and delicate!"

Citrine pauses, hovering. "Chime?" She holds up TWO fingers. The bag dangles dangerously as she uses a hand to gesture.

"Greedy little piggie. Gummy cluster and a peppermint."

"Oo, the heatset kind? What were you thinking?"

"I just couldn't decide on someone specific from movie or film... I just didn't feel a good connection? Maybe it's because I'm Arcadian, but something Mavis said made me think... I don't remember exactly how she put it, but it was something like, "Why pretend to be a creation of mortals, when we are already the finest products of their dreams? Oh." He pauses, "...it sounds kinda stuck up when I repeat it. I don't think she meant it like that..."

"...oh."

"Yeah, okay. So like - space? Crystals and dark fabric says you could be the stars..."

"But the point is... well... anyways. I was thinking... do you think..." He gestures at the black silk, the crystals, and suddenly his face lights up at her as she says that!

"See? I knew you'd get it right away!"

He beams at her.

Yeah, a distinct ugly olive green contrasts her spirals against the high pink of her cheeks.

"Mavis said it was too abstract, but... I knew you'd understand."

"But I haven't the first idea on how to start. So I came to the smartest person I know."

"I bet I could do constellations, if you wanted."

"I'm not great at sewing, but you don't need a really complicated shape - right? Maybe a simple hooded robe, and... a mask?"

"I was wondering if maybe some sort of glue would work? You know epoxies like... like Marigold knows spices."

"Oh, I have a rhinestone gun. It's nifty, it'll heatset'm in a jiffy."

"Does that make you a... what's the... there's a song Mom listens to. Oh!" Snaps fingers as it comes to him, and he grins. "A Rhinestone cowboy?"

A snort-laugh. "I am not a cowboy."

He just grins at her. “I saw some pictures online… too many. Wires with suspended lights, cloaks with painted stars, styrofoam planets, fog machine nebulas… it was all too much and I got overwhelmed. So I just got some black fabric and stars and… here I am.”

"Well, see, you want it to sweep and flow. You got a good fabric for that." She waggles a length of it, demonstrating.

"Instead of going too literal, you could just... you make it pretty. Allegorical. Like you're a Lord of the Stars."

A brief look at the pile of plastic armor bits and her spirals shift from olive to a mustard-yellow. She shoves them to the side and clears off a space for the bolt.

“But I’m not a Lord of anything, really.”

He moves to the side and picks up one of the pieces. “Armor?”

HAS he seen that show? Because perhaps the player hasn’t heard of it…

"It'll be Samhain, and you can be Lord of the Stars then."

A frown at the armor.

"It's from a kiddy cartoon. You remember Star Wars?"

“I do! There was an entire lesson on it I attended at (localish Beaumayn hold). It inspired GENERATIONS of dreamers.”

He is holding the armor more reverently now. “The moon landing opened the door, but the story that a poor farm boy can save the galaxy? Now THAT’s special.”

“Tell me about your costume!” His own already forgotten, fabric set aside.

"It's just copying a character."

“And I’m just copying the sky. People have looked at the sky ever since there were people… and they make up stories to go with the pictures they see there. How is your character any less real than, say, Orion? These days, there are probably more than know her… is it her? Than remember a guy with a belt. Tell me about it.”

She shrugs, spirals settling into a muddy brownish blue. "Orion could be good, could make you a girdle of stars. I like that - 'girdle' feels more mythic than just saying belt, right? Three large ones, maybe, and joined with multiple strands of silver and crystal beads so they have good texture. Wait, look, lemmie sketch?"

There is always paper somewhere nearby in her own studio, so she finds a scrap of it and pulls a ballpoint pen out of her hair. "So - flowy robe. Ha, I even have a pattern for a Jedi one, so that'd work.... has a hood, too..."

"You have some nice tunics, I know, can wear that one navy one under? With the black trim, and good black boots and trews..."

“I had thought of asking you to do a costume with me… but you already have your idea.” He’s still holding onto the armor piece, a touch forlornly. “But we can go together, even if we don’t match?”