#kc_necropolis

A slow nod to Trista, wondering if perhaps his disguise may not hold up against sluagh investigation.

Madame Polywygle arches a brow and gives the sluagh wilder a long look

"Ah, she was.. playing with a new chimera, a snake of.. most interesting look" Trista looks at her shoes

A smirk hidden behind a hand held to her mouth.

"What have I told you girls about strange chimera that we have not looked over yet?"

"It's unwise to trust them too freely" Trista repeats a refrain

Symon notices Trista has repeated, but not necessarily agreed

"Now, Madame Polywygle, don't be too strict or you may deny the children a valuable lesson."

Thinking perhaps of a certain Pratchett quote.

Trista gives a charming toothless smile, just for a second, and her eyes sparkle with mischief, but only as long as the headmistress isn't looking her way

Madame Pollywigle mmms at Mrs Peabody "That maybe, Mrs. Peabody, but there must be some semblence of order, or whatever is the point their testing? " She looks at Trista, who's smile has vanished "Trista go find her, or if you see a new sidhe childling, her too.. I..."

THat's when three childlings come shooting through the hallways...

A nocker girl with a steam punk boarding school vibe, on a broom .. THING... her hands gripped on the handlebars... behind her, LIly, wearing Quetz like a sash holds on for dear life.... and the third? KImberly/Kassedy .... the broom sometimes belches smoke...

Aparently there is some kind of horn or bell on it as well, because very now and then it chimes almost like an old airline microphone "Attention passengers: Surrender Dorothy and have a nice flight"

A brow raises. "Lily." He says, whispering.

The nocker is trying to remember her manners, but she's still a nocker "Oh, bother and drek, this is MOST furking nettlesome"

Lily's eyes widen and she moves her mouth but it can'be heard even by his ears.

KImberly however is "Found her... the broom won't stttttooop"

The school Madame sighs ,and with reflexes befitting a ninja, grabs the broom neatly with one hand, while calling out "Welcome to the Ivy league"

and as the girls, now stopped, fliip free from the broom....

vines burst from the walls, catching each one

and there the girls dangle

Symon steps forward and reaches out an arm, letting Quetz slither off from Lily and up onto his arm. "Sorry for the interruption. I was a bit worried about Lily. It seems that she may be well looked after, after all."

"What do you girls have to say for acting so before our guests?"

"Good day, Madame Polywygle!" They chime, even Kassedy

Trista looks too cool for the room, but her eyes dance with amusement