#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Well, yes. But I don't like losing track of things. You won't believe this, but there are SOME people who think I'm a bit of a worry wart," A perplexed look at this accusation "And even a bit controlling." Further perplexed brow.

Ivan licks Gwen's hand in support against such slander.

"Son of a .." Gwen says as the entire bag of skittles is gone. "I forgot I left that open. They're like locusts!"

Thistle laughs. "Seriously, the amount of money I lose to sugar."

"I can imagine," Gladiola looks out a window where several Nevers have a skittle each, acting like a much brighter smaller and cuter collection of Gollum/Smeagals with 'their precious'

"They maybe a bit buzzed for a bit," Stating the obvious yet another great troll gift.

"Par for the course."

" I hate to admit it, but I've gotten used to the little nuts. I go to other holds that don't have them and the place seems emptier for it."

"So weird. I'd think they'd be common?"

"I mean, around Apples they're just about everywhere."

"That's you, I think. You just have that lure," Gladiola says "I know it's hard to believe because your'e always in the center ring of the chimerical circus, but other holds don't have it. Well, not to this excess."

"You're wrong, I've been to other holds."

"Maybe the Never avoid you because you aren't fun?"

"I'll have you know I am loads of fun," A hurmph "By troll standards I am a gosh darn lovable hoot."

"Yeah, but not by Neverlander ones. Have you considered dyeing your hair?"

"I wore beads in my hair before. Those are shiny," Gwen blushes at memory of a recent date.

"That's a start!" Clanging.

"Mmm well, a certainl fellow liked it. I'm not sure about dying the hair. I'm kind of proud of my hair as is. It's a Native thang I guess. But the beads did rock" She almost preens, then asks "What color beads do you think look best in my hair?"

"Green and silver, duh."

She smirks "Okay yeah should have thought of that. Thanks. We can't all be rembrandts of decor."

"or De Coif," SHe says after a moment looking at Thistle's hair.

(Rainbows for June!)

"Okay, I think you can ease it down into the harness for now."

"Oh yeah," She does so slow and easy. "Let me know when Iv'e got it like you like it"

"Bit further... and... one sec... there! You're good!"

And it is done, "Got cha." And and it's in place.

(Pause?)