#baronyofthesilverwolf

"I've never been to Oklahoma."

"If not your sire, then what is the risk?"

He considers, "Are you afraid you will reconnect with your beloved childhood and leave Silverwolf behind?"

"if so, we'll just tie you to the roof of the Taxi and bring you back thenceforth." Reasonable.

"She'll scratch the paint. We'll need a rack."

"Interesting history there, Cherokee trail of tears was a tragedy, moved from green hills to crap flats... that is those that survived... more promises to the land... and then, that worthless land hit Oil. Boom wealthier tribe than most. It's more complicated than that" Then the talk goes back to her childhood aned transport "You two should leave funny to Bluebell"

"Maybe we'll bring her with us, then."

"Oh, but maybe there's a trod!"

"Guys... there maybe an investigation into some murders is all. Hopefully I'm not a suspect"

"Almost certainly, though we'd have to consult with trod wardens, rovers, or perhaps an Eshu guide to find the right way. And it may take bribery if the trod waypoints are owned by ... specific... free..holds."

Art trails off, eyes wide.

"No shit - you offed the bastard?"

"He killed my mother... don't have to be a Dairean to hold a grudge"

"Gwen... are you sure you want to do this? We can find another way."

A brow "Art, it's to help MOM. I'll walk through fire for that"

"But we can find another way to seek the Belt, can't we?"

"Hmph. Sounds like he probably wasn't missed, and I doubt there's an active manhunt after this long."

"Was this before, or after you Chrysalized? More importnatly... was your Father fae? That might complicate things."

"He was as banal as they came, I realize that. He was a drug addicted wife beating jack ass, and it was before... I was on the run"

"I think Thistle is right and no one will be looking for the culprit now, or for you. Perhaps a pseudonym might make you feel more comfortable?"

"I mean, Tulsa's a full fledged city."

"I changed my last name to mom's" A shrug "Gwen Locklear is ...lost in the paperwork "

"I wonder if there is a trod wide enough to drive your car on. A mundane car might be rejected, but you've been...what 's the term you used? Ah! "Souping" it up Nocker style for over a year now."

"We could WALK the trod" She says "I can get as close as Jefferson City Mo"

A wicked grin. "But that sounds way less fun."

"You two are insane, but I love ya anyway"

"You know it."

"I'll see what I can do if it needs tickets or reservations"

"Don't forget what the Baron said. He might be annoyed if you pay for things yourself." A little smile.

"Though, he may also take credit if... when we return with the belt." Art considers.

"Well by THAT logic we could take a PLANE Flight on his dime"

"MUCH less fun." Art pouts a bit.

"But, true. Probably even First Class. Is it true they bake cookies for you during the flight?"

"All I know is first class has leg room"

"Thistle's taxi has leg room! She installed that extension just for you!"

"The one that.. uh..." He trails off, remembering a mishap with an initial trial. "Well, anyways."

After all, it wasn't THISTLE's fault the hydraulics released when Art asked "what does THIS do?"

...and she DID replace Gwen's missing shoe.

"First class?"

"Long as it doesn't launch me like a slingshot mmm?" A hurmph, then "Yeah, First Class is possible. You want to try it?"

"Business class, at least." Art says!

"Fancy."

"The question is, are they one way or round trip? Because for all we know, Tulsa may be the START of our quest."

Or a dead end, he thinks, but doesn't say aloud.

"Only down side will be possible banal people on board but First Clas WOULD give us a beetter chance of avoiding that."

"And, that's a good point, Art. Answer: I don't know"

"Want to draw straws to see who asks the Baron?"

"I'll do it" She offers "I know he makes you two nervous"

"Well, not nervous, so much, as... well, I always feel like he's judging me, but he won't reveal the criteria."

"We shouldn't ask for First Class. Just, y'know, for where we need to get, and let rich people instincts take over?"

"He LIKES Thistle, though, I mean, did you HEAR him?"

She ducks her head.