#baronyofthesilverwolf

Gwen finally figures out what was asked and blushes, "Mato is fine. Sure, and there are lots of Winter celebrations in addition to Yule. Big on Dancing thanks to the Sun Dance," She replies, "Story telling too."

"Maybe you should just, like, start with bigger paper?"

The tips of her ears are pink. "Small knife helps with the tricky bits. But look, see, I fucked it up here, and here..."

Gwen ponders "mmm Bigger paper is more my style, but..." She looks at the 'fuck ups' "Okay, even your fuck ups look great."

She rolls her eyes. "You're a sap without standards."

"And you're a borderline perfectionist who is too hard on herself, so I guess we both suck," Gwen flashes wolf like teeth in a grin though.

A mild grumble, mostly performative.

A trollish grunt, definitely performative.

Rocallor eyes them both "Are you two sure your'e not sisters?"

"I think that woulda involved a common ancestor climbing a stepladder at some point..."

"Or ..rocket boots or whatever," Gwen snorts .

Rochalor doesnt' quite get it "is this a wilder thing?"

A moment, and - oh, she's beet red. Dark eyes flick to the sidhe, briefly

Cough.

"um. .yeah, sorry kid," Gwen coughs in her hand "When your'e older and that."

Art is trying to say... "Scneren.. schitten... schnitt..." He gives up, only to have a small voice, PRIMLY correct him,

"Scherenschnitte. Jianzhi. Découpage. Origami."

The little wyrm crawls among the decorations, getting glitter on his belly. "Pretty." Says Fornax.

Art glances over, and his eyes land on Thistle rather than the ornament. "Yes, very."

"Hey bud." She reaches over to scritch the wee dragon. Several nevers have collected paper scraps to toss up in 'snow showers.'

Art gets "snow" in his hair but doesn't seem to mind. Turning to Gwen (though his eyes linger on the nocker), "You should invite him to visit us. From what I have read on his people... and there's not much at THAT, i can tell you, whether by sad omission or intention on their part, they love a good feast. Marigold, we all know, does the best."

"Well, he HAS come by before, but mostly we stayed out doors. I showed him the grounds and , well, of course the dogs." Her face flushes, she probably went on for an hour or more about the kennels she ran, "But I guess I could invite him."

"I can show him our library!" Art says, not even considering that anyone else might see that as other than the height of entertainment.

"mm well, he's always struck me as outdoorsy but it might tell me a bit mroe on him to see what books he likes. I'll see if he's game" She says.

"I'm gonna go call him" She says and smiles "You guys have fun." She gets up to text in private.

When Gwen leaves, Art turns all of his attention back to Thistle. "I had an idea of a gift for Gwen..." He leans in to murmur to her.

"Oo? I'm game to help, sure!"