#bergen_county

"Wow, you're a jagoff with a mouth too big for that body, ain't ya?"

"Do they have a contest today for the rudest tripe you can spit out? You gunning for first prize?"

"A pet store?" Art glares at them. "Bluebell is pooka, not pet, and has more dignity and grace in her little toe then you have in all of your being, 'sir'. Apologize at once, and we need not escalate this further."

Bluebell whispers to Art, "We mustn't cause trouble, not where the Falcon holds the air and dragons must bow."

"I am Baron Alamandre Gilderlock..." A glare "Ap Gwydion. "

"Then perhaps it is Count Hemlock that should better train his pets." Art says!

"Cool, so when I say you just dropped a deuce of the rudest bull-shite out your moth, you'll know it's true!"

Bluebell has sunk into a deep curtsey, her head down, though those who know her can see that her ears are slicked back in upset.

"Why don't you apologize to my friend, Alma?"

Alamndre 's glare intennsifies, his eyes flickeringg with a hint of that rage his house is knownn for , he looks at art "Someone provide this boy a sword... a duel is forth coming"

"You're the one being rude, and insulting guests. I thought Gywdion was supposed to be a house all about honor?"

Some in the crowd gasp

She folds her arms, scowling.

"If he must prove his honor by beating a Fledge, that will show all who watch what his honor is worth." Art shrugs out of his leashed backpack, apparently ready to accept the challenge.

"How is beating you up gonna make it like he wasn't being a total grub-snipe?"

"A fledge? " the ire dims "I see now why you are so improperly taught. It seems the Baron Aiden has more trainning for his dogs than his people"

"Go away, all three of you, or I will invoke dictum to 'clear the air'" He warns

Gwen walks up "What's the problem?"

"Won't work, momzer. You'll still be here stinking up the place with your pigheaded opinions."

"He's insulting Silverwolf, and then getting all touchy about being called on his bullshit."

"When he realized it would be a bad look to beat up a fledge, he then decided to insult the Baron. And I bet there are enough Gwydions here to know I ain't furkin' sayin' one word untrue!"

"The least of the Baron's poorest trained hounds at least knows better than to drop dung upon a festival ground, as you've been trailing from your lips with ever step."

Gwen looks at Bluebell "Ah.. Bluebell?"

Bluebell looks up at Gwen with a beseeching look. "The Baron has been most gracious with his attention towards Silverwolf."

Flicking at glance at Gilderlock.

"Are ALL of you half trained fledges?" Gilderlock says "That you would know not to task a Gwydion?"

"You're the first one I've met. Making one heckuva a first impression, so you know."

Bluebell whispers, "Please, let us go." Art looks at her, frowning a bit, and then to Gwen, unsure how to extricate themselves.

"Thistle and Arthur are fledges," Gwen says, "I am Dame Gladiola ap Dairean, and as we are ALL guests of Count Hemlock, perhaps we should ALL retract hurtful insult. Would you set the example, Baronn?"

"He should apologize." Stubborn.

"I will not apologize..." Gilderlock sniffs, "But now that I have a target of rank..."

"So you admit you're just looking for a target?"

"Apparently bullies come in all ranks." Art mutters over to Thistle.

He gestures "Dame Gladiola, kindly go find the closest body of water, and dunnk yourself... maybe it will wipe Ailil stench off" Glamour flows

Thistle frowns. "What's he doing?"

"That's magic, right?"

Gwenn chokes, twitches, then... turns.. glamour all about her like a spikey crown. heading towards the docks where the boat race will be

Gwen speaks out "Artthur.. Thistle.. don't.. cause any trouble while I'm gone"

She flares! Nocker flare isn't sidhe flare - more like a sparking toaster compared to a sun. "You (&^%&&!! What kind of loser are you, that you just bully Gwen who wasn't even here when you started spouting (^%&%**&& like a *&^^%?"

even as she keeps going

"How is THAT honorable, to use magic because you don't want to apologize?"

"Gwen? Gwen, wait!" Art watches, baffled, then glares back at the Baron.

"You're BULLSHIT!"

Bluebell is torn between following Gwen or staying with the fledges...

"You're a bully and a FARTFACE. You're no falcon, you're a molting fat turkey!"

"Come, Art, Thistle, we must attend..." Bluebell calls as she follows Gwen, a touch of worry in her expression.

Baron Alamandre Gilderlock says " I Punished her, because it is beneath me to punnish someone else's fledges. However if you press, I will overwhelm YOUR wills as well"

"Oooohhhoohhhoooo, it is 'beneath' you to punish a fledge, but not beneath you to furkin' magic up a bystander?"

"It certainly ain't beneath you to INSULT A GUEST." She is being LOUD.

"What kind of joint is this, that invites folks to come and then calls'em DREK?"

A look at Bluebell, "Well, there is one Otther NON Fledge. This is on you two fledges, not I." he gestures towards bluebell