#odyssey

She takes the cone, of course.

"Well, of COURSE she was." Bluebell says. "In fact, there's a little known fact about the story... as the words for "fur" and "glass" are incredibly similar in French, it was originally intended as 'FUR slippers, not glass, and of course, it IS her 'Furry Godmother.'" The Pooka speaks with solemn truth!

Julius may roll his eyes a touch, but does not dispute.

DUBIOUS look

Blink blink, pious grin. Flo muffles a giggle. "Come along, let's go see the petting zoo. They have goats and ducks!"

"GOATS!" Cries Rian in excitement, and he tugs at Julius's horns. "Unc' Julie, goat!"

"he called you Uncle" the little girl says impressed "Well, Unc"

As she moves along with them to the zoo

Julius shakes his head bemusedly. "Kids, eh? Don't YOU go calling me 'Julie', though." He says to Blossom. "That was an unfortunate nickname in one of my early Tragos'. Didn't help that my lil' brother is Cassius and he got a kick out of being called 'Cassie'." Still, he seems amused rather than too annoyed.

"No sir, I wouldn't do that," Blossom assures him

"What's a traggo?" She says after a bit

"Eh? Oh, that's like a motley, but made all up of satyrs. Like a prank of pooka, a bustle of boggans." Flo adds, "Or an Elegance of Sidhe." Both Julius and Bluebell give her a glance at that.

"...is that not the proper term?"

"It sounds FANCY" She smiles

Blossom ponders "I wonder what a motley of Centaurs would be? herd makes us sound just like horses. Perhaps a Prance, or a Tromp?"

"Sometimes wild horses are known as a 'band'. That term is ALSO used for groups of humans. It might be fitting." Julius offers.

"That would be okay" She decides after a bit, "Yes that's fine." Clearly she believes as the only centaur here, she gets to speak for the whole kith

"Do you want a band, Blossom? There are other centaurs. We could ask some if they would be willing to relocate, or even if you wished to move..." Julius offers, and Bluebell adds, "A band, how lovely. But what about instruments and uniforms?"

The little girl makes a face which betrays a bit too much, apparently other centaurs being here does not appeal "No, please. I like it here and I don't need other centaurs, thank you"

"If you say so." Julius shrugs. Bluebell smiles and says, "A band would be too noisy anyways. Can you imagine the tubas in the morning?"

the childling agrees "TOO big"