#baronyofthesilverwolf

As the current song dwindles to a close with a kiss than makes Marigold hrrrmph a bit and consider covering the eyes of the closest childling, Aiden claps softly. A murmur over to Nadeen, "A good choice, that one." Raising his voice slightly, he calls to Noinin, "Join us by the fire?" Half request, half command in a casual way that the Sidhe is possibly not even aware he commands.

Nadeen agrees "I've enjoyed his efforts."/ Noinin moves promptly, "Yes, Baron. Thank you."

The strawberry blonde boy (Blond only in his mortal guise) is dressed in his yule season best.

Aiden gestures to a comfortably unholstered ottoman which is just the right height for a childling. "How are you enjoying your time at Silverwolf?"

"I love it, Baron," He beams, "I mean, it has its challenges," He ponders having to race to Monobrow's rescue , very likely Briar wasn't REALLY going to use his horn as a toothpick, and Roachalor's advice to pull his finger lead to an adventure he never expected, but other wise... "But everyone's been very nice, and I'm warm and the food is tops, and bluebell and julius show me all the best places around town a childling can go. I love the clothes."

Aiden nods, swirling the mulled wine in his cup in a manner than looks distracted, but his gaze is still intent. "I am assuming that Marigold straightened out any, mmm, wrinkles, but it behooves me to check - do you have any, ah, mortal ties or entanglements that we may expect to come up? Either desired, such as family to visit for the holidays, or undesirable that you would prefer to avoid?"

"Nope," Then he corrects himself, "No, Baron. It's all good. Before this it was just me and Monobrow and the mean streets. Actually weren't mean, some nice folks, but boy was it cold."

His tone indicates the cold was both the temperature at times, and.. sometimes the banality.

Aiden's forehead wrinkles just a touch in a hint of a wince at the undignified name of the chimera.

"Well, we are glad that you, and, er, 'Monobrow' are with us. We will need to track down your mortal origins to properly cover your tracks, as it were. It would not do for you to grow up without proper documentation, as we really must enroll you in school and ensure proper transcripts, and such. One mustn't ignore the mortal end of things, it is half of our being, after all."

That said, he dismisses Noirin with an actual pat on the head. Friendly like, but as one might a favored horse or hound.

Norin perks up, then says "Yes, Baron. Marigold also says I have to go to school." A pause "Is there a Hogwarts nearby or is it going to be the regular sort?"

"You may choose to enroll in the local elementary, as Rochellor does, or the homeschooling at the DeBuke's farm, with Blossom and Briar."

A fond glance over at the shire horse pooka - the sturdy childling has been around a little less since settling in with his new adoptive (Hallmark certified!) parents, but still spends most of his free time at the Manor.

The nevers jingle and jangle and sparkle - hard to avoid at the best of times, but the season offers so, so many temptations. (Including a nocker with red and green hair)

Rochallor grins, his sshoes hooves at high shine and he is wearing the UGLIEST little sweater.

Said nocker is engrossed with an exacto knife and colored paper.

"Monobrow can come with me to the farm? " The Clurichaun asks hopefully.

"That would be up to their Baroness." Aiden advises, "And they might put him in a stall."

Art reaches over and sticks his star under Thistle's nose. "What do you think?"

Nadeen looks amused, "But refer to Clementine as a Chief. The DeBukes have some unfortunate rigidity."

Glitter flakes into the nocker's face as Art shows off his artwork.

A sigh from Aiden, and a nod to his Baroness. A faint mutter under his breath about propriety and proper titles... but he keeps it sotto vocco.

"Thank you, Baron, thank you baroness, would you like me to play some more Yule music?" The boy offers

Aiden starts to respond, but the Marigold butts in, in a way that perhaps few others get away with. "Only if you wish, lad, feel free to take a break and make ornaments. We have my old cassettes of classics, after all."

He grins, "Thanks, Marigold. I know just what to do." He will play along with the cassette so Marigold gets her favorites and alternate to making ornaments.

Wudlig has tried to show his Banner House's skill by making a stealth ornament. It appears to work, no one can find it.

Thsitle startles, blinking, and her spirals light up coral. "Oh. Hi! They're... sparkly."

"Y'know, Citrine tried to eat my glitter yesterday..."

Rochalor looks up, the pooka asks, "Joe threatened to eat glue the other day, I took that personally."

"Isn't that cannibalism?"

"I don't know," The young Shire Horse Pooka admits, "I've never studied religion."

A soft snort.

He admires the nocker's work, "I've seen folks turn trees into paper, but you did it the other way."

"It's scherenschnitte. Which ain't a cuss, but sure sounds like one. German, yeah?"

"German's have the prettiest language," The boy nodss "SMITTERLING"

A LOUD snort, and her mouth tugs upwards on one side.

"That means caterpillar who has found fashion," The stable boy confides.

The boy sees the Never and offers a candy cane, "here. Sorry, I don't have a top hat for you."

Art chuckles. "Well, luckily Citrine left some glitter for the rest of us." He sprinkles a little on one hand and blows it towards Gwen playfully. "How is Mato doing? I was not sure if his people celebrated Yule, as it were, but maybe he'll visit for the Solstice, or Midwinter, or some equivalent?"

The childling is rewarded with a musical trill, and the bright ball of blue light buzzes off to enjoy her prize.

"I threatened to shake her like a peppermill. But maybe that's how you get pixie-dust? Peter Pan floats on Never scat."

Art stifles a laugh! "That's an unpleasant thought!"

"Scatting is a time honored musical style," Says Noinin from a corner, perhaps not getting it.

Thistle flashes a grin at Art's laugh, soft despite the shark-like teeth.

Art peers at Gwen, curious for her response.

"I wanted to ask him more about the constellations we saw in the Upper World." He admits.

Gwen is making an ornament and looks over "mm? Sorry, tuned out. My big fingers do not like the detaiiled work."

Art peers at her, and looks thoughtful, but he doesn't voice his idea. "Yes, I could see the intricate paper folds being tricky."

"Troll no do Oragami," SHe faux grunts, "Okay THIS troll doesn't. I met Sir Earl of Earth Runes ones. FOr a troll he has slender hands, probably why he's a good artist. Creepy but good."

Art leans over to see Thistle's work, and whistles softly. "How do you manage all of those little intricate bits?"