#baronyofthesilverwolf

The stair railings are clean enough to eat on.

And there's the smell of Fry bread being made

The rainbow-haired sidhe is radiant, hand in hand with the Beaumayn as they sweep downstairs. "Oh, I'll have to show you the ornaments I made. Clearly, they need a place on the tree." Confident and assured!

"Lord, Lady" Gwennie smiles. The native American Boggan waves , she and her mom have been gossiping non stop about things, and the use of social dynamics.. well, it's all so OBVIOUS

SO obvious.

"Can I get you some NOT Magical cookies? or Frybread?"

Art has been drawn away by Julius who insists there is something to discuss regarding Yule.

He is nearly literally dragged, as he seems loathe to leave Thistle’s side.

A scowl at Julius from the new boggan. Can't he see LOVE was blooming! It's so clear

That musical laugh. "I'll be here, Art. No worries."

"Make you anything, Lady Thistle?" Gwen offers "My cooking skills are improved"

"Lady? I don't know if the ears changed that much. But I do like frybread..."

"What can I say, been at this hold for awhile so I just 'lady' any female sidhe I see unless its the baroness"

She hands out the Frybread. It is delicious, but that's one she's always gotten right

"So weird. My urge to protect you has been replaced by a drive to meddle..err HELP you"

She blushes prettily. "I don't know, I think.. I think some right stuff may have just happened."

"Good" A smile "It's because you're thistle, not because you're sidhe. Remember that" A wink, then she hears her mom calling her "Coming, Mom" And off she goes

In the brisk autumn air, a new bird of prey flies, a bit clumsily at first, but improving fast

Art, who has ducked outside until the red on his burning cheeks and ears dies down, watches the bird flying. He squints. "Doesn't look like one of ours. I don't see any of those leather straps." He muses to himself.

Thistle has artistically arranged her ornaments in prominent display on the tree - the lord & lady's favored mounts and hounds are center and eye level.

"Oh that's our Centauress. Guess she's on the roam"

Thistles notices that there was a dog and a horse missing, but Bluebell, smiling angelically, 'found' them for her.

(who said that, Mr D?)

Gwennie

Art nods absently, holding up a hand to shield the sunlight, then blinks - and glances over - and down?

"Uh. Hello?.... " A double-take. "Dame Gladiola?!"

"There's been a reduction in the work force" The boggan girl says pleasaantly

"Height wise" She adds.

"This is a very curious happenstance. Is it permanent? What caused the alteration? I didn't have a vision about it!" He sounds rather baffled!

"I don't know. The magic cookies. And you can't see everything" Gwennie answers "They seem to change your kith. Don't worry, I am sure you and Thistle will be fine whatever. She'll still be sassy, just more elegant about it"

"But..." He looks conflicted. "I liked her how she WAS."

Mavis has slid out as well, and is watching Blossom as the Centaur-pooka learned about updrafts. WHOOSH! Oh, this is FUN!

Thistle finds that she's alone in the main hall, but for Bluebell. The Rabbit pooka is giving her little smug glances, though all properly respectful and with eyes properly downcast.

"More than like" The boggan corrects. Really it is SO obvious, was before Social Dynamics was screaming it

"There! Perfect!" A step back.

"I thought it was... I mean... I was waiting for her. You know, I'm no prize catch."

Bluebell claps delicately, applauding Thistle's work. She plays coquettishly with the end of an ear. "So... Squire Art?" The pooka asks the new Sidhe.

"I've loved him for ages." Oh, that just tumbles right out.

Gwennie puts a hand on her hip "Balderdash and fluffernutters, you've been the prize she's admired since you two arrived, and vice versa. Don't you dare insult her taste by down playing how worthy you are. Love's not a score anyway, it's a GIFT people give each other and you two have been passing it back and forth like a hot potato to each other, always to each other. well, the potato is DONE, enjoy the meal together!"

It would appear the troll restraint is GONE

Bluebell beams. "Oh yes yes, everyone knows that. I mean, is he a good kisser?" A wicked smile on her lips.

Gwennie points to Thistle's words and looks at Art as if to say 'SEE'?

"Bluebell!"

Bluebell looks over her shoulders, one at a time, then presses a hand against her chest as if to say, "MOI?!"

She laughs!

---CONTINUE INSIDE, THISTLE AND BLUEBELL--

A slight hesitation. "I... do hope that this isn't permanent."

"Oh? But is this not what you wanted? Perhaps, in thy heart of hearts?"

"To be pretty enough?" She sighs softly, and nods. "He's... I mean, he's beautiful."

"And we know that beauty is all he seeks." A sage nod.