#brightwindsbarony

"Oh, yeah. I'll put these away." She gathers the wooden practice swords. "Write it down. Hm." She ponders this.

The young Gwydion races off... "Late late late..."

"Like a story! But it's your story! I could illustrate, maybe!"

"I'm not sure this was a happy story. It was mine though. I wonder if they made it through." She asks, half to herself.

"Maybe you could meditate?"

"You could go to the Dreaming, but you might forget it again."

"Huh? Sorry. I was thinking. Yeah... I'll go get some paper from Miss Cleo." Grete wanders that way, not really realizing she's still carrying that wooden war pick.

Irene tags along. "Miss Cleo has pretty paper. She has some that has flower petals in it, and this other kind is made from fabric, and this other kind has designs pressed in it that you can run your fingers over..."