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"I understand the appeal." She settles down, cross-legged.

"Yes, I suspect you might."

She digs out a pack of cards, shuffling. "He has used it on her."

"Yes." Neither of them is asking a question or providing much the other didn't know there, except confirmation that they knew it, then "And he knows far too much about widderwind. Somethings he has taken advantage of."

She nods. "But he does so without subtlety. It has been noticed."

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

"Daireann" A shrug, "I have met some I like, even admire, but they're about as subtle as a battering ram, as a generality. "

"My experience, aye. And I quite like the one..." She begins laying out the cards in a semi-circular pattern.

He observes her working, "You have an eclectic style."

"I have many teachers. EIluned... I would think that a thing you understand."

"Oh you're talking to the guy who would eat the whole box of of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean even after he hit Ear wax. Never settle for one flavor."

His house gifts may well recognize the "taste" of her working - soothsay. An omen? And... yes. Eclectic. Qabbala. Nordic. Buckland. Wiccan. And - is that black-and-silver there, the hand of his own house?

"Who do you know that taught...ah, nevermind for now, I'm not sure I could afford the answer"

"Likely no." She deals the entire deck into the arc and leans in to read the cards.... an omen on the weaverward, seeking secrets...

"You can affect cantrips and glamour...oh the omens I cast earlier didn't lead me astray."

"Oh?" Idle curiosity as she reads.

"signs said be wary for the unusual, and don't be so proud that you resent those better than you. I see now better at what." A nod

"In one aspect, sir. Mayhaps. In one moment in time." Her eyes unfocus, whisper trailing to silence as she delves into the cantrip.

And the omen reveals to her... a sign of a silver tree breaking down the gates. A word in a wind she cannot make out. An arachnid drops from the tree and stings the spider. treasures of golden and silver liquid

"Sadie."

"You saw Sadie? In symbol at least?"

She nods.

"Do you think you can fool the ward and get me in there?"

"There is a word. And... a trap?"

"Woven by words, a ward of golden tongues and silver limbs. A spider's web, encasing, protecting all within. Speak to me, silver threads, weaver to spinster, sisters in language, a whisper to the whisperer...."

Glamour itself has a voice

"From thee to me, describe - what is thy key?"

"...sister you claim to be, but no whispered voice of any sort can open us. A phrase of two part spoken as one, one of strong limbs, the next part the fire that blinds the mind. Spoken as one, clear and true. Speak it thus, and I'll open for you..."

the Eiluned raises a brow, "A volume requirement on a password to foil sluagh? mmm"

She nods. "And that phrase, which my whisper can utter not?"

"told you one clue, here's another: One is worn on tabard of Silver and Green, the other is that which drives violence unplanned" the whisper answers

"Aye.... oak and fury...." Dark eyes flick to the Eiluned. "Say you my bargain kept? I cannot be thy second voice."

"You cannot," A nod, "Can you fuddle it to make it think me him? I think this is double layered."

"I can, but it is... I know not how long I can make that last."

He readies himself, "I will try to keep my word to you, but if this goes off, hide. I will see if I can placate him with talk of Eiluned Curiosity gone to far. The best lies have a basis in truth, you know?"

She nods. "Mayhaps you are an eshu.... mayhaps I am."

"The cynic says sidhe are all the same. Shining, sparkling, full of fame. Fair of face and high of chin and straight of spine. See you not how to blur the lines? Silver is argent, the moon shines on the oak, and green bursts from fields black as smoke. Not curious wizard but a vengeful lord do we see - all the same, all the same are the sidhe..."

The sparkling eyed Eiluned smiles sadly at that, and bows

and the ward flickers as her cantrip takes effect

He steps in quickly, for a moment it flashes and he's gone. Leaving her to either wait here, and hope, or go on, and hope, or..well, how anti climatic

She waits - but takes the time to find a place to hide as she does so.

A moment later, the ward pops and goes down? Yes. it goes down

Dark eyes peer from the shadows, watching, waiting...

A voice, his "Come in if you want to see"

A soft hiss. "Get your potions. I will not enter there."

"I can't quite hear you but the tone sounded negative"

She glowers at the dark entryway. She understands the appeal... but... it could too easily be a trap.

A moment later, the Eiluend Slides out like a baseball player stealing a base, his arms full the ward slaming awake behind him, "Making like Mookie Wilson" A gasp

"And now - the girl, aye? I think we cannot wait, not now that you have this."

"No, we can't wait." He agrees. "She'll be at lessons" He moves quickly, "I promised to get her, if you want to get safely out of here, now might be the time."