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"Aye, so tonight, we put on the nighted colours" Godfrey says catching on instantly.

She nods. "Before he may find the way."

"We are shadows and wind" Demona agrees...and so it begins. It is to the credit of the widderwind sluagh that as dark falls, they seem to swarm out with it. Zara is invited to either enjoy tea back at hte hold with Bellamy and Sadie, or to join them. She also realizes just WHY 1122 went off... for somewhere he picked up that lady spider that told him of the lay out of the Daireann hold. He has freed her from a life of Lysol and swiffer brooms! Here to take her to a magical land where webs are welcome!

...of course he did. Lothario.

The lady spider, who was not even granted a name of respect, feels like she's in a fairy tale! Oh. Which, matter of factly, she is.//Zara ends up painting, and learns where the New Moon Bench is. it's with some satisfaction she lathers on the flat black paint. She wonders what Earl will think of it, that painting, of a sort, may save a hold.

There are many benches in this park MANY, good luck sorting the right one.

At least after she and the others have painted them black

Hours later, streaked and spattered with paint, Zara returns to Widderwind for some well-earned sleep.

Earl left her texts telling he loves her and had something of an adventure. He hopes she's taking it easy with family.

Oh! She looks forward to hearing of his adventure!

Pleased with herself her exploits, and a boyfriend who remembers to text now and then, she drifts to sleep. Somewhere a spider sings serenades to another.

(End Scene)

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The screams of frustration are music to Zara's ears. Nothing like seeing a sidhe racing from one bench to another "Black... black! Black!"

Trolls on duty call out "This one is black too!"

Zara practically dances as she watches her scrying-mirror.

"ARGH! BLACK!"

When the African American mortal punches this 'racist punk' in the mouth as a misunderstanding, well, 1122 falls overlaughing if shown or told

Justice!

Naturally the mortal is pulled off by some of his goons, but things are obviously breaking down already. the lord hisses and curses, but she can hear every mutter "Bellamy slain, that damn boggan... Sadie lost, and i can't just seize her again. the oaths the Widdewind gave over with her return. Damn damn damn. "

Well, he COULD go home now...

Widderwind doesn't seem likely to oust him from his freehold... though she dislikes the tribute...

And Zara? Seemingly totally an unknown factor to the sidhe.

Indeed, as she observes, it becomes abundantly clear that no one has any clue that she was ever there. Indeed , the arrogant certainty that he blocked the Widderwind Sluagh means he mistakenly rules out sluagh period. A genius at alchemy, but his mind is rather locked in many ways. Intelligence without adaptability is not a gift fully opened.

He will return home, empty handed, his 'vengeance' half done...and his trouble with the sluagh just about to really restart.

Oh - Widderwind might have their own plans. And she won't begrudge them that...

The scrying ends with pleasant confirmation of his cluelessness.

Zara happily updates Demona and Godfrey of the Daireann's predicament.

"You are the bringer of very gratifying tidings, Lady Zara" Godfrey has continued to praise her, flirt with her lightly, but is often distracted from it. Alarmed because his sister seems to be distracted by Bellamy. Bellamy's actions prove he is not 'the enemy' but that doesn't mean he wants her writing bad poetry over secret feelings for some sidhe

Well... bad poetry is a good channel for such feelings.

Indeed, Zara may feel some sympathy. Sidhe can catch a girl's defenses off guard, particularly when they actually insist on being noble in deed rather than just title

Exactly. Grumble grumble Liam...

Bellamy for his part seems a touch clueless of the attention of a sluagh girl.

....sigh. Exactly.

Indeed, perhaps she and Demona should start a private online forum for sluagh lasses to vent their gripes . They could call it 'arrrghelfboyz.fae'

Sidhe simply can't see sluagh. Not properly.

Demona pulls her eyes away notices Zara noticing, and looks politely mortified. Thank goodness Bellamy hasn't noticed. He'd have to be placed in a cursed sleep for a hundred years so the embarrassment could end.

Sadie, of course, is too young to see the appeal of boys beyond healthy means like vivisection and terrifying them, but now that she knows Bellamy is a brother, she seems to insist on pestering him properly now, and giving advice of his new name.

"I am not calling myself 'Sir Edgar'" nor 'Sir Krueger'" He tells her.

A sympathetic look, and then polite ignorance of Demona's state.

"I like Sir Krueger..."

"Like old nightmare villain with the claws?" Bellamy says

"Well..."

Bellamy looks to his sister, "And who let you watch that movie at your age?"

She sticks a black tongue out, clearly feeling more defiant now that she's out of a noble hold, and knows he's a brother instead of anyone she has to listen to.

Zara smiles - this seems to be much happier and healthier behavious.

Godfrey does see a point "If I may say, more subtle thrillers are my preference."

"Well, if there's a mystery involved," Bellamy sips

"Maybe I could use a gemstone as a name" thoughtful

"Malachite?"