#baronyofthesilverwolf

But her smile softens, and she tilts her head with a wink. "I suppose I’ll help the baroness and baron. You’ll have my guidance, for a time." To Noinin.

"Thank you" The boy says and hugs Bluebell without thinking about it. Only now does the tension really flow out of him. He was scared! Scared he'd be rejected, that Monobrow would end up facing an autumn world with no protection. He is a wise old soul, he is a promising prodigy at music, but he's also a kid who took a big gamble and was stressed out more than he let on.

Aiden can't help but murmur to Nadeen though, "Monobrow, really. An inelegant name for such a creature."

Pooka are made for hugging, and BLuebell is no exception. She gives a GOOD hug.

"It is a bit cringe inducing. Let's not let him name any other chimera" Nadeen murmurs back in agreement "Music is his gift, naming? just.. no."

A chuckle. "Perhaps if our Squire shows continued talent in that area, we may yet have hope."

"Perhaps" Nadeen smiles there, "You have taught him some caution when needed, for all his desire to learn it all and now but you're right to be proud of him. Dame Gladiola has said Arthur's translation was invaluable"

Noinin notes the hug talents of Bluebell then smiles "You're a good hugger, Miss Bluebell" Then he wonders if she has a title "lady Bluebell? Madame Bluebell? What.. should I call you?"

"Madame?" Her nose wrinkles up. "No offense to Mme. Butterfly..."

He winces, then grins sheepishly "Just Bluebell?"

She curtseys to him in response, smiling.

He bows back, "A pleasure to meet you, Just Bluebell"

And he smiles a bit mischeviously knowing a pooka understands

"i DO try to be just in all of my wheelings and dealings." She says with an angelic aura.

Near the door. Linnea snorts.

THat gets a laugh out of him

She belatedly bows to the sidhe. "My lieges. It is... a pleasure to see that we might.. .that is... maybe there might be..."

The Thane colors a little, and closes her mouth.

Aiden raises a brow, "Yes, Thane?" Curious.

Nadeen tilts her head "Yes, Linnea, what is it?"

She stammers a bit, and Bluebell covers a titter, which doesn't help.

Marigold steps in and gives Bluebell a LOOK. "I think Miss Linnea is hoping you might host a party so she can see if Baron HEwitt cuts a rug anywhere near as well as our Baron."

"Marigold!" Linnea gasps, covering her mouth. So embarrassed.

Nadeen actually smiles, pleased for multiple reasons "Marigold, you're feeling your pepper again," not disapprovingly. The Varich wasn't blind to the bouts of melancholy the Boggan hid from Gwen and is glad to see that Marigold is on the mend enough to bully a troll. Trolls need bullying sometime. It helps them build character. She looks to Linnea, "I think that's a wonderful idea, Linnea. We have a new Troubadour, albeit probationary, and Dame Lavender might even compliment him a bit so we dont' tire him out if she's willing. Make your musical requests to said musicians, I'm sure I won't find them offensive. We'll find time to make it so and send invite to him. " A glance at Marigold again, "Marigold, would you and Julius double check our schedules and find a good time for such?"

To her husband/consort/Near as a trueheart as a Varich is allowed, she says "I believe we agreed that I would have just a bit more tyranny at social functions while you remained undisputed master of the hawk hound and horse affairs? If so, count I shall use my aristocratic oomph to get another waltz out of you, my dragon."

He gives a soft chuckle. "I do believe we would be in agreement on that, my winter sun."

"Just so" A pleased glance, then she looks to see if Marigold and the Thane understand their orders as it twere

Noínín watches looking a bit nervous again. A whole party? He hovers near Bluebell for support as he ralliles himself and mutters like a mantra 'I can do it' finding his confidence