#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Well, we swore an oath. So - ain't that how it works? We listen to the Baronage, and they look out for us?"

Marigold, alas, had followed to serve the sidhe (and maybe to watch over Nadeen, one of her Ducklings, baroness or no)

"Darn straight," D'Lorean agrees with Thistle, "Vassalage comes with protection."

She bobs her head. "And a studio."

Gwen nods "There we go. Even non titled here have some rights darn it." She looks to the Thanes, "Right?"

Julius shrugs, running a hand through his hair. "I figure, we just wait on her as little as possible, as she seems to think we're just furniture anyways. If she asks any of you for anything unreasonable, you come to me, or Marigold." He looks them over, straightening up and taking on a little bit of authority for once.

"If she asks you for a glass of water, it's yes m'lady, of course m'lady, or "may I send a steward to wait on you". If she asks you to spar to the death for her amusement...."

He gives a wave of his hand. "You're all smart, you can draw the line."

A plumed brow quirks. "She ain't my liege-lady."

"No, but she is the guest of our liege lady," Gwen reminds "So we may have to kiss just a bit of ass." A wince.

Danica creaks into motion, she had been almost as stone as Gwen looks. "She is not." A large blue finger unfolds, "BUT. SHe is still A Lady and you will..." A glance to Gwen and her face cracks into a hint of cold amusement. "That."

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I'll take being invisible."

Ironic, given just how LOUD her voile is.

"Lord Aidan values his connections with House Aesin, they have funded quite a bit of the breeding programs for the Mountain Dog strains." Which Gwen may or may not have known, she is hands on and doesn't really look at the numbers.

"The fact that this Lady Seryn is not directly of the families our Baron treats with may not make a difference if we offend her, some of these nordic types tend towards being... clannish." Rumbles the large Thane.

Gwen winces as she's reminded of that, "That would explain the Viking swoop on one of the papers i saw. I was hoping it was trollish."

"And Gwen, as I know you will be asking... Briar has been assigned a... let us say, field trip for the next three days. She will be staying with the DeBuke's, so you needn't worry about corraling that hellion." Danica says, clapping a hand on the slightly smaller Troll's rocky shoulder.

Snort-grin.

"Oh thank the Da'an," Gwen mutters.

Bluebell does murmur, "Her hair is pretty." Looking at the closed door thoughtfully.

"Shinkgibbles. It's shiny."

"Thistle, might you have any advise on chemical reagents that would test to see if it is actually gold or just shiny?"

Bluebell says with all the innocence in the heavens.

"Sure is," Madern says, as if appearing out of nowhere. Piskeys aren't slow, but they blend sometimes and boy is he glad, "I think I'll be working my food truck for the next day or two unless Marigold wants me."

"I think there's nonzero odds of one of the idjits trying to steal a strand."

Danica glares a HEAVY eye down at Bluebell, but Julius is already making placatign gestures. "She's kidding!" He hopes.

Dee smirks "Sidhe are immune to cantrips that would embarrass them as a rule, but.... mmm"

"No, no no," Gwen looks at Bluebell, "Do not mess with the hair. Wars have started for less in some circles."

A scoff, "I am no Feanor to begrudge was is not freely given." the pooka sniffs, "But perhaps I might peek in her bag to see what shampoo she uses?" Hopefully, batting eyes at her Steward-Love.

"I'll buy you that stuff from the salon you like that's $47 a bottle if you drop the subject." Julius says desperately.

"DONE!" Bluebell responds so quickly... oh, that b... beautiful wife of his.. planned this.

Gwen looks heavenward (WHich she is closer to than non trolls) "Sky Spirit save me she's gonna make me a grump before I hit 25"

A light blue never who happened to be right overhead at the moment looks down at Gwen curiously.

"Chime?!"

CHIME!

<<<SKY SPIRIT!

"Not you."

"I mean, that is Bleu Celeste."

The little blue one - Bleu one, sorry - starts waving his hands magnanimously and ordering the other nevers around with belling trills.

They scrape and bow so convincingly that Danica has to clear her throat and look away to not grin at the clear Sidhe-mocking pagentry.

"Well, still, not her. "

"No offense," She adds.

Lavender says "I may have an idea for a song when our guest is gone, bluebell. Check with me later? I could use a lyricist."

Gwen grumbles "I thought you were glad we got a troubadour here so you wouldn't have to do that stuff?"

"The muse doth descend," Dee says sweetly.

The nevers are now bored with the pageantry and are playing with some flowers.

Julius gazes at them thoughtfully.

"It's weird, having a High Lady look at us like most folk look at Neverlanders. Well, if Nevers could fetch and carry, that is."

Brick , the most pugnacious of the Nevers , at least she thinks so, is air boxing against her own reflection.. again.

"They can?"

"Well, Citrine does have two whole brain cells, to be fair."

Danica adds dryly, "On command, and to the right place."

"...well. Not on command."

"Without detours!" Bluebell pipes in.

Dee nods to Danica's point, "They tried to take one of my tampons flying last week, probably read the word 'wings' on it and went nuts'"

Bluebell leans over and murmurs in Thistle's ear, "If Art ever gets uppity like that, promise me you'll give him a good spanking."

Oh dear, her spirals go a brilliant fuchsia, as do her cheeks.

She adds, wickedly, "What, not interested? He's filling out nicely, maybe I can do it for you."