#baronyofthesilverwolf

Even with crumbs on her face, the sidhe looks LOVELY. Breathtakingly so.

"Hmph."

She cracks a piece off of the cookie and pops it in her mouth.

Magic swirls....

It tastes dlicious

Gwen doesn't notice this and is rattling on "So Mavis was telling me about JOnny, you remember Jonny, HIS mom has been staying a lot of late hours working at the hospital, and frankly I think she's using a spare room with a CERTAIN handsome doctor"

Gossip flows from her so freely now

Why was she TRYING to be stoic before?

"BUt, and here's the scandal, the doctor MAY be seeing two nurses not one and neither knows"

Magic swirls, and Thistle glows.

Some of the changes are small - a softening of edges, a shift of color - more pastel, more lovely, more pleasing, without the bold clash of hues that sometimes almost fight each other. No, this is softer and dewy, though still rainbow. Refined and elegant and graceful, Mucha instead of Matisse.

Blossom gasps as Thistle becomes a surreal beauty of majesty. Then she races to the cookies and shoves one in her mouth so fast she barely tastes it!

A pretty little scrunch of her brows which could hardly be called a scowl. "What just happened?"

Muppet bounces around Thistle. She's still thistle to him

"You turned into a sidhe" Blossom says swallowing

"Wait.. Citrine, you ate three of these cookies?"

Blossom falls as her back legs seem to melt and her whole body is like glowing wax

Thistle looks at Citrine - human-sized, and utterly lovely... she can't help it, she looks for a mirror.

And there is one, of course. She gazes at it and sees her new self... it is more than skin deep for she has the sidhe traits in more ways than one having replaced the nocker ones

Her elegant fingertips touch the glass as her eyes widen.

"...oh."

"Oh yes. Three!" Perhaps that explains why it worked on a chimera at ALL.... or maybe just that she has no self control. Of course.

Marigold gives THistle a curtsy. "My lady." With a smile.

She colors, prettily, a delicate rose-pink.

"Should we take care with this tray, Miss Marigold? It seems they are powerful magic."

Gwenny curtseys "You look ..amazing, lady"

"Oh, yes."

/roll 1

There is, after all, only ONE cookie left.

Citrina looks over. "Ooo."

"Citrine, no."

A lovely pout.

And she is suddeny distracted. "Little pony?"

"Oooooh little poooony?"

The boggan wilder gets a smile "Allow me. I know who might just want to try it"

Watching Blossom.

Marigold gives Gwennie a proud smile. She whispers, "I know you felt it, even before you joined the sisterhood of the traveling feeling."

She touches her ears, touches her silken tresses... and oh, she pinks again as she has an idea.

The 'poney has lost extra legs, and gained wings... she is now feathered instead of maned, and wobbles

"Is Squire Art home today, Miss Marigold?" She would know, of course.

Gwennie whispers back "That she was smit with art? yup"

"Oh, I think I saw him in his second favorite room, the Library."

The bird of prey pooka bounces around as if unstable, only two legs, she flaps

"If you would pardon, I have elsewhere to be." High color on her cheeks, every inch the willowy romantic heroine.

"Of course" Gwennie smiles

She swans off, in search of the bookish Beaumayn - sweeping past Bluebell and Julius without wasting a glance.

The faintest brush against her hair as she passes Bluebell, even as the pooka curtsies beautifully before her

She nearly floats, her heart in the air.

Mavis is ignored.