Wren Winters

[snowstormbird]

Hi!

RP profile

Wren Winters, born in Hatchetfield to Caleb Spankoffski and Yvonne Winters. My gran was from here too but she left and changed her name? Apparently she had a twin called Roman Murray?

Dad disappeared when I was ten, mom moved use to Clivesdale. Finally back to stay with my cousin Ted!

Gran said I've got a touch of a gift, she called me 'sensitive'. Mom called me crazy.

Camp Idonwannabang attendee... I may have been responsible for an incident involving tie-dying all the virginity rock shirts. and duct taping Boy Jerry's shoes to the roof of a cabin

(open to pretty much all hatchetfield based rp :D)

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Ah, I see.

It is requesting more treats. I wanted to ensure that that was want and not need.

[snowstormbird]

Cheeky boy. He already steals his siblings treats.

[bemused, tucks the little guy into her pocket]

I wanted to ask you something. I made a costume for halloween, i was trying to do a fairy tale thing... you know like the kind of thing from where you came from. But I... I'm not sure if it's any good... or if i look dumb

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, I'm sure you do not, though I would look to see what you made!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren crouches down and unravels the fabrics she is carrying. There are three outfits, all handmade. One is a intricate gown, like a noble or royal might wear, with delicate silver stitching. The second is similar to the clothing of a knight, using Lord Hop-a-lot's outfit as inspiration. The last is styled as a hunter, with a deep red hooded cloak and leather wrist guards. It is clear they have been worked on for a long time]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh my...

[Crumb takes each in his tiny hands, admiring the stitching and craftsmanship.]

These could be worn by the most honorable of souls.

[snowstormbird]

So if i wore these in your world, i would look like i belonged?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, that would depend on where you landed. You certainly wouldn't be thought to be one of the common folk.

[snowstormbird]

[Wren smiles wistfully, lightly brushing her fingers over the fabric]

I thought it would be nice to have one night not being myself. When better than Halloween?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, for that, this will certainly suffice.

[snowstormbird]

did you have Halloween back in your world?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am not familiar with that festival no.

[snowstormbird]

It's supposed to be when the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest. Mostly these days it's where little kids dress up and knock on doors asking for treats, and there are lots of spooky things a foot. People throw parties and watch scary films and make little lanterns out of pumpkins.

[Wren digs around in her bag and produced a micro pumpkin that she carved specifically for Crumb]

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[theghostsoftheblacks]

River sniffed the air.

Wrennie! Hi! It's me in here! Do you like my costume? I'm a little boy!

The brothers giggled at Nicky's joke.

[snowstormbird]

its a very good costume . Suits you

[she ruffles his hair]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky giggled and snorted, tilting his head up to nip at Wren's fingers.

Do you have my actual costume ready?

[snowstormbird]

Yes! I made a vampire costume for you. It might need a little adjustment when you've got it on cause I wasn't sure what size you were going to be

[she hands him the bag]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

He reached in and pulled out the cape.

Okay- what're we working with here- good lord, I haven't gotten dressed in years!

[snowstormbird]

Do you want me to help?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky nodded.

Yes, please.

I can help, too!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren starts helping Nicky with the costume, happy that he's happy]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky hummed softly as they two of him helped him into his costume.

Oh look at you, what a distinguished little gentleman!

[snowstormbird]

Nicky, you look like such a handsome little vampire!

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky squealed and clawed at the air.

Wrennie, do you mind if I use some of your blood?

[snowstormbird]

Go ahead, just not too much okay?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Ah, I see.

It is requesting more treats. I wanted to ensure that that was want and not need.

[snowstormbird]

Cheeky boy. He already steals his siblings treats.

[bemused, tucks the little guy into her pocket]

I wanted to ask you something. I made a costume for halloween, i was trying to do a fairy tale thing... you know like the kind of thing from where you came from. But I... I'm not sure if it's any good... or if i look dumb

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, I'm sure you do not, though I would look to see what you made!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren crouches down and unravels the fabrics she is carrying. There are three outfits, all handmade. One is a intricate gown, like a noble or royal might wear, with delicate silver stitching. The second is similar to the clothing of a knight, using Lord Hop-a-lot's outfit as inspiration. The last is styled as a hunter, with a deep red hooded cloak and leather wrist guards. It is clear they have been worked on for a long time]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh my...

[Crumb takes each in his tiny hands, admiring the stitching and craftsmanship.]

These could be worn by the most honorable of souls.

[snowstormbird]

So if i wore these in your world, i would look like i belonged?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, that would depend on where you landed. You certainly wouldn't be thought to be one of the common folk.

[snowstormbird]

[Wren smiles wistfully, lightly brushing her fingers over the fabric]

I thought it would be nice to have one night not being myself. When better than Halloween?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, for that, this will certainly suffice.

[snowstormbird]

did you have Halloween back in your world?

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[theghostsoftheblacks]

River sniffed the air.

Wrennie! Hi! It's me in here! Do you like my costume? I'm a little boy!

The brothers giggled at Nicky's joke.

[snowstormbird]

its a very good costume . Suits you

[she ruffles his hair]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky giggled and snorted, tilting his head up to nip at Wren's fingers.

Do you have my actual costume ready?

[snowstormbird]

Yes! I made a vampire costume for you. It might need a little adjustment when you've got it on cause I wasn't sure what size you were going to be

[she hands him the bag]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

He reached in and pulled out the cape.

Okay- what're we working with here- good lord, I haven't gotten dressed in years!

[snowstormbird]

Do you want me to help?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky nodded.

Yes, please.

I can help, too!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren starts helping Nicky with the costume, happy that he's happy]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky hummed softly as they two of him helped him into his costume.

Oh look at you, what a distinguished little gentleman!

[snowstormbird]

Nicky, you look like such a handsome little vampire!

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Ah, I see.

It is requesting more treats. I wanted to ensure that that was want and not need.

[snowstormbird]

Cheeky boy. He already steals his siblings treats.

[bemused, tucks the little guy into her pocket]

I wanted to ask you something. I made a costume for halloween, i was trying to do a fairy tale thing... you know like the kind of thing from where you came from. But I... I'm not sure if it's any good... or if i look dumb

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, I'm sure you do not, though I would look to see what you made!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren crouches down and unravels the fabrics she is carrying. There are three outfits, all handmade. One is a intricate gown, like a noble or royal might wear, with delicate silver stitching. The second is similar to the clothing of a knight, using Lord Hop-a-lot's outfit as inspiration. The last is styled as a hunter, with a deep red hooded cloak and leather wrist guards. It is clear they have been worked on for a long time]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh my...

[Crumb takes each in his tiny hands, admiring the stitching and craftsmanship.]

These could be worn by the most honorable of souls.

[snowstormbird]

So if i wore these in your world, i would look like i belonged?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, that would depend on where you landed. You certainly wouldn't be thought to be one of the common folk.

[snowstormbird]

[Wren smiles wistfully, lightly brushing her fingers over the fabric]

I thought it would be nice to have one night not being myself. When better than Halloween?

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[theghostsoftheblacks]

River sniffed the air.

Wrennie! Hi! It's me in here! Do you like my costume? I'm a little boy!

The brothers giggled at Nicky's joke.

[snowstormbird]

its a very good costume . Suits you

[she ruffles his hair]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky giggled and snorted, tilting his head up to nip at Wren's fingers.

Do you have my actual costume ready?

[snowstormbird]

Yes! I made a vampire costume for you. It might need a little adjustment when you've got it on cause I wasn't sure what size you were going to be

[she hands him the bag]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

He reached in and pulled out the cape.

Okay- what're we working with here- good lord, I haven't gotten dressed in years!

[snowstormbird]

Do you want me to help?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky nodded.

Yes, please.

I can help, too!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren starts helping Nicky with the costume, happy that he's happy]

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[theghostsoftheblacks]

River sniffed the air.

Wrennie! Hi! It's me in here! Do you like my costume? I'm a little boy!

The brothers giggled at Nicky's joke.

[snowstormbird]

its a very good costume . Suits you

[she ruffles his hair]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky giggled and snorted, tilting his head up to nip at Wren's fingers.

Do you have my actual costume ready?

[snowstormbird]

Yes! I made a vampire costume for you. It might need a little adjustment when you've got it on cause I wasn't sure what size you were going to be

[she hands him the bag]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

He reached in and pulled out the cape.

Okay- what're we working with here- good lord, I haven't gotten dressed in years!

[snowstormbird]

Do you want me to help?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Ah, I see.

It is requesting more treats. I wanted to ensure that that was want and not need.

[snowstormbird]

Cheeky boy. He already steals his siblings treats.

[bemused, tucks the little guy into her pocket]

I wanted to ask you something. I made a costume for halloween, i was trying to do a fairy tale thing... you know like the kind of thing from where you came from. But I... I'm not sure if it's any good... or if i look dumb

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, I'm sure you do not, though I would look to see what you made!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren crouches down and unravels the fabrics she is carrying. There are three outfits, all handmade. One is a intricate gown, like a noble or royal might wear, with delicate silver stitching. The second is similar to the clothing of a knight, using Lord Hop-a-lot's outfit as inspiration. The last is styled as a hunter, with a deep red hooded cloak and leather wrist guards. It is clear they have been worked on for a long time]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh my...

[Crumb takes each in his tiny hands, admiring the stitching and craftsmanship.]

These could be worn by the most honorable of souls.

[snowstormbird]

So if i wore these in your world, i would look like i belonged?

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[theghostsoftheblacks]

River sniffed the air.

Wrennie! Hi! It's me in here! Do you like my costume? I'm a little boy!

The brothers giggled at Nicky's joke.

[snowstormbird]

its a very good costume . Suits you

[she ruffles his hair]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Nicky giggled and snorted, tilting his head up to nip at Wren's fingers.

Do you have my actual costume ready?

[snowstormbird]

Yes! I made a vampire costume for you. It might need a little adjustment when you've got it on cause I wasn't sure what size you were going to be

[she hands him the bag]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Ah, I see.

It is requesting more treats. I wanted to ensure that that was want and not need.

[snowstormbird]

Cheeky boy. He already steals his siblings treats.

[bemused, tucks the little guy into her pocket]

I wanted to ask you something. I made a costume for halloween, i was trying to do a fairy tale thing... you know like the kind of thing from where you came from. But I... I'm not sure if it's any good... or if i look dumb

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Well, I'm sure you do not, though I would look to see what you made!

[snowstormbird]

[Wren crouches down and unravels the fabrics she is carrying. There are three outfits, all handmade. One is a intricate gown, like a noble or royal might wear, with delicate silver stitching. The second is similar to the clothing of a knight, using Lord Hop-a-lot's outfit as inspiration. The last is styled as a hunter, with a deep red hooded cloak and leather wrist guards. It is clear they have been worked on for a long time]

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[theghostsoftheblacks]

River sniffed the air.

Wrennie! Hi! It's me in here! Do you like my costume? I'm a little boy!

The brothers giggled at Nicky's joke.

[snowstormbird]

its a very good costume . Suits you

[she ruffles his hair]

[snowstormbird]

Timmy was waiting at the Waylon place, where River Monroe was dancing happily on the porch.

- @theghostsoftheblacks

(I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THIS)

[Wren arrives with a large bag containing costume pieces, she pauses seeing the boy]

Hello there

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Ah, I see.

It is requesting more treats. I wanted to ensure that that was want and not need.

[snowstormbird]

Cheeky boy. He already steals his siblings treats.

[bemused, tucks the little guy into her pocket]

I wanted to ask you something. I made a costume for halloween, i was trying to do a fairy tale thing... you know like the kind of thing from where you came from. But I... I'm not sure if it's any good... or if i look dumb

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Wren is out in the woods, looking for the knights. She is carrying a bundle of fabric and feeling a little silly, but also rather insecure and hoped that, given where they came from, their opinions on her query would help point her in the right direction. She hummed as she walked, being tailed by her usual group of birds]

@snowstormbird

Miss Wren!

[Crumb calls as he scampers over.]

Lovely to see you again.

[snowstormbird]

Sir Crumb! Just the knight I was looking for. And how are you today my fine furry friend?

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

I am quite well, thank you. How are you, my friend?

[snowstormbird]

I can't complain. It's my favourite time of the year and I have some new little friends

[she produces one of her guinea pigs from her pocket]

This is Toast.

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Oh...

[Crumb's eyes somehow widen even more. He begins to let out high pitched squeaks, attempting to speak with the guinea pig.]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren has to take a moment to steady herself. The thought of Crumb talking to one of her new fluffy friends is exciting but she's also worried that she may have done something at some point to upset the now squeaking Guinea Pig. She also is struggling not to coo over how cute Crumb is, not wanting to upset the knight]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

[Crumb nods at what the Guinea Pig is saying, checking to make sure that it is satisfied with its living accommodations.]

[snowstormbird]

[The Guinea Pig is happy with its home with its two siblings but would like more treats]

[knights-of-hatchetfield]

Have you been feeding it sufficiently?

[snowstormbird]

Yes. I read up on the best way to give them a healthy diet and i've made sure they get everything they need!

[visibly worried that she's messed up somehow]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren is sitting in her cabin, carefully sewing a variety of costumes while her Guinea Pigs scamper around]

One little goat costume. One little cookie monster costume!

[laughs to herself]

Maybe I should dress up as Ted for Halloween.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

What're you making for Nicky?

A disembodied voice asked.

[snowstormbird]

[A little startled but quickly realises the voice isn't in her head]

I've made a few different options for him, since I wasn't sure what he would want to be. I think my favourite is the cookie monster though.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Eh, Sesame Street is a little after his time. As funny as I think it is, he won't get it.

[snowstormbird]

hmm, well i've got some animal ones and some classic monsters like vampires, zombies, werewolves. Ohh, what about a knight?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Ooo, a vampire could be cool! Because he eats people, but like, when he was alive, he would always be dressed very pretty and classy, so maybe he can be handsome and classy this time!

[snowstormbird]

I can do that! I have classic Dracula style, very refined, and I have the more elaborate interview with a vampire style, a bit more flashy and decadent.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oo, could I see 'em

[snowstormbird]

Of course

[She lays out a handful of garments. One has a cape, a waistcoat, and other items in shades of black and grey with occasional splashes of red. The other outfit has a few options of flowing coats, silk shirts and waistcoats. The colours are a mix deep purples, blues, reds and golds, with ruffles and lace.]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Hmm....

The disembodied voice moved back and forth between the two outfits.

He does look great in purple, but this one has that classic feel to it, kind of a dramatized version of the kind of thing Nicky would've worn if he was out during his lifetime.

[snowstormbird]

Maybe I can add a splash of colour to the dracula style one, with a subtle colour waistcoat? Highlights the best of both worlds?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Pink. Pink is his color.

[snowstormbird]

How about...

[she eyes the fabrics she has]

Okay, I could line the inside of the cape with a dark pink and coordinate some of the details on the rest of the outfit?

[She chews her lip anxiously]

I hope he likes it. It's not like i've got any many friends

[theghostsoftheblacks]

The translucent yellow image of a man with a bucktoothed smile wearing a mismatched suit with pieces that were all fashionable in different points in history appeared.

We could be friends! You're a Spankoffski, aren't you?

[snowstormbird]

Nothing good ever follows that question... But yes, i am.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oh, such a delightful family! Your Teddy's...first cousin? Some kind of cousin, definitely.

[snowstormbird]

Yes. Our fathers were brothers. I spent most of my childhood with Ted and Pete.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oh I knew I recognized you from somewhere! Wow, Wrennie, I've been so sidetracked toying with Ted that I almost forgot about you!

[snowstormbird]

Not a problem, I had plenty of ghosts and voices to keep me company growing up.

[she shrugs and starts setting aside certain items of clothing for tailoring]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Well, what's one more?

Timmy sat next to her.

[snowstormbird]

Are you going to mess with me?

[wary]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

I'll play nice with you. For Nicky's sake. You're one of the only real friends he has.

[snowstormbird]

I appreciate it.

[Smiles shyly]

[snowstormbird]

[Wren is sitting in her cabin, carefully sewing a variety of costumes while her Guinea Pigs scamper around]

One little goat costume. One little cookie monster costume!

[laughs to herself]

Maybe I should dress up as Ted for Halloween.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

What're you making for Nicky?

A disembodied voice asked.

[snowstormbird]

[A little startled but quickly realises the voice isn't in her head]

I've made a few different options for him, since I wasn't sure what he would want to be. I think my favourite is the cookie monster though.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Eh, Sesame Street is a little after his time. As funny as I think it is, he won't get it.

[snowstormbird]

hmm, well i've got some animal ones and some classic monsters like vampires, zombies, werewolves. Ohh, what about a knight?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Ooo, a vampire could be cool! Because he eats people, but like, when he was alive, he would always be dressed very pretty and classy, so maybe he can be handsome and classy this time!

[snowstormbird]

I can do that! I have classic Dracula style, very refined, and I have the more elaborate interview with a vampire style, a bit more flashy and decadent.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oo, could I see 'em

[snowstormbird]

Of course

[She lays out a handful of garments. One has a cape, a waistcoat, and other items in shades of black and grey with occasional splashes of red. The other outfit has a few options of flowing coats, silk shirts and waistcoats. The colours are a mix deep purples, blues, reds and golds, with ruffles and lace.]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Hmm....

The disembodied voice moved back and forth between the two outfits.

He does look great in purple, but this one has that classic feel to it, kind of a dramatized version of the kind of thing Nicky would've worn if he was out during his lifetime.

[snowstormbird]

Maybe I can add a splash of colour to the dracula style one, with a subtle colour waistcoat? Highlights the best of both worlds?

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Pink. Pink is his color.

[snowstormbird]

How about...

[she eyes the fabrics she has]

Okay, I could line the inside of the cape with a dark pink and coordinate some of the details on the rest of the outfit?

[She chews her lip anxiously]

I hope he likes it. It's not like i've got any many friends

[theghostsoftheblacks]

The translucent yellow image of a man with a bucktoothed smile wearing a mismatched suit with pieces that were all fashionable in different points in history appeared.

We could be friends! You're a Spankoffski, aren't you?

[snowstormbird]

Nothing good ever follows that question... But yes, i am.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oh, such a delightful family! Your Teddy's...first cousin? Some kind of cousin, definitely.

[snowstormbird]

Yes. Our fathers were brothers. I spent most of my childhood with Ted and Pete.

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Oh I knew I recognized you from somewhere! Wow, Wrennie, I've been so sidetracked toying with Ted that I almost forgot about you!

[snowstormbird]

Not a problem, I had plenty of ghosts and voices to keep me company growing up.

[she shrugs and starts setting aside certain items of clothing for tailoring]

[theghostsoftheblacks]

Well, what's one more?

Timmy sat next to her.

[snowstormbird]

Are you going to mess with me?

[wary]