#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Maybe" A concideration "I like understanding mom a bit better. WHen this wears off, I'll treasure it" And it's true

Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of rose, and she smiles at Art. Why, one doesn't even have to be a boggan to read that expression!

"YOu know, Art, maybe you and your lady would like to check out either the library or her workshop? " A not sublte suggestion but she knows three can be a crowd

"Maybe, a walk along the trails?" He offers, "Or what is my lady's pleasure?" Perhaps unconsciously he is deferring courteously to the Sidhe Thistle has become.

"If we go to the trails, we could see the stars..."

He bows and offers her his arm.

A dazzling smile, and she takes it.

"Dinner is at 8" She calls out

A grin back to Gwen, and he steps out to escort the Lady Thistle on a walk.

Gwen turns to Julius "Julius, are you okay?"

He is pacing a bit. "Just worried about Bunny."

"She should be fine. " Assurances "I'll keep an eye out for her now and then"

"Now and then? How long will this last? It's not permanent is it?"

"According to the Baroness it lasts for six hours, and never lasted a full 24, at least I think that's what she said. Don't worry, your bunny babe will be her old bouning self. MInd you, she may end up flossing a lot after that meat meal she'll have"

"Oh dear." He sighs, "But now that I see that she seems to have some pent up.... aggression, maybe I will gift her a certificate to one of those... what do they call them... "Rage Rooms" for Yule."

"She might actually enjoy that" A nod "And Thistle said much the same. I think mostly it was the shock of the change. She did just go from Prankster Dream to raw hunger nightmare"

He allows, "Maybe this will be a chance for her to bond with Briar. They have never truly connected."

"That's true, it maybe a good memory for them both even if one of them never admits it" She ponders "And, for now, she gets to be a big sister or maybe more to the girl and vice versa?" She is not trying to cause Julius pain regarding trheir challenges, quite the opposite, but she goes carefully

"Perhaps." He allows. Gwen can feel a pang of longing from the Satyr that has nothign to do with lust for once.

A look "Did Lady Dru help? Did you ask her?"

"Between David and studying at a half Varich hold, I know that folks used to seek out Kubera for aid in fertility"

A frown "And I'm not trying to shame either one of you, Adopted or born to you, you'd make a great father, Julius. You've gentle humor and a loving heart, and a lot of fun. There are a lot of daughters , and I presume sons, who are never so lucky"

She always worried he was a bit too chatty for a troll, not as bad as some of the blabbermouths in Rivervale, but more so than the thanes here. Seems a boggan she's even more so.

"We may." He says. "Bluebell can't handle much more disappointment, though. She's been loathe t keep trying."

"That's why I suggested Dru. No shame in seeking a bit of magical help for both of you. Mind you, the Dreaming's sense of humor you might end up with twins. Those are happening a lot I hear"

"I'll suggest it." He allows. "But the doctors..." He hesitates, before continuing quietly, "They said it could be dangerous for her to carry to term with her... it was something about uterine scarring. It's one thing to seek a pregnancy, but not at the risk of my love." Firmly.

"Oh" She says feeling foolish "I'm sorry. "

"Even for fae, not every dream comes true." He says, then lightens the mood a bit with a smile. "THat's why I just spend every day keeping her deliriously happy otherwise."

"You're a good man, Julius" she repeats with a smile "But then again, Bluebell has a great laugh, so hard nnot to WANT her happy"

She gets back to work prepping for dinner

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At some point in their walk, as stars appear in the gathering dark, the hand twined with Art's changes - soft and smooth fingers replaced with knobby knuckles and familiar callouses.