#anywhere

**************
"Alright." Away from the police station, Frank parks and turns to Bancroft. "I'm listening."

"Well,. for starts, I have some of the blood of the pooka, wherever she flicker flashed to... we can use that to trace it. My seer or yours?" The young man says.

"Ours."

"Fine, take us there" Bancroft says

Jaymes mmphs "You said for starts?"

"I have another lead but I want to follow the pooka while it's fresh so to speak. She's wounded, she'll go to a bolt hole" Bancroft says "A good hunter knows how to follow a blood trail"

Frank looks sour but has to agree. "Jaymes, can you take him?"

"oh no, WE are going...you're not pawning me off on your brother" Bancroft says

Frank gives him a dangerous look.

"Or let me out and I'll go to my seer and do this on my own" Bancroft says "The woman I love is in a coma. I will not yield up my chance to DO something to help her, or at least avenge her."

"And you have to have me there for it?"

"If we're working together to do this, then we're working together." Flatly "Besides, I don't know if I trust you not to bail on me once you get what information I have and I suspect there are things you know that you aren't telling me. "

"Still not making any friends."

"Your friendship means a lot less than her well being to me" Bluntly

Jaymes raises a brow (Spine at least)

Frank grunts. "Good luck with that." But he keys the engine and heads for the Lodge.

....

At the edge of the Rath, it takes only a bit for Emmit to come out shaking his head "Girl would argue WITH the wind if she thought it doesn't blowing in the proper sequence" A chuckle at something then he sees the sidhe behind Frank. "That yours?"

Brekke has followed Frank and Bancroft to the rath and now catches up with them. A nod to Emmit. She looks grim.

A nod to Brekke, and the farmer relaxes.. a bit. The sidhe is with them, he can talk "What can I do you for?"

"No." Frank answers Emmit before a glance -and-back to Brekke. "Siv's"

Brekke doesn't say anything, just watches.

"Oh, Lump" Emmit says

Bancroft looks surprised at that.

"She talks about you," Emmit says "Now, what do you need me for?"

Frank steps back to let the (Still somewhat battered?) Sidhe deliver.

Bancroft holds up a vial of blood ,and then says "Shaman, In the name of the Code of Dagda which we all share, I do ask humbly for thy aid in tracing the location and any other secrecrets you can surmise from the one this blood came from and better still how to best her mistress. Not for love or vengeance alone, but to protect the Dreaming, as the code declares, for already near cold iron and risk of mortal death have been done. Mother Dana be kind and bless you for this should you agree to it."

If the boy had turned into a jabberwocky, Emmit would not be more surprised

Frank folds his arms over his chest, unimpressed.

Brekke grants an eyebrow, watching the vial closely.

"You two are being a bit fast and loose with what you share of our kith and to whom" Emmit says to The Valers

"Sorry, Emmit. Bit under the gun here. Take it to whoever and let us know soonest, if you like."

"My responsibility." He explains about 'fast and loose.'

"It is not all from us, Mountain Emmit."

"My mother is a troll, Shaman, she taught me much of the old ways. I try to uphold it as best I may" The Scathach says, "And I am responsible for myself, and my own failings. " An embarrassed look, "I am in love."

Muttering something about wilders and being asked to accept a few too many changes too fast, Emmmit snatches the vial "Second. "

And he shakes it and hums then sings a bit for a bunk " You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend
Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain
Stoned on some new potion he found upon the wall
Of some unholy bathroom in some ungodly hall
He only had a dollar to live on 'til next Monday
But he spent it on some comfort for his mind
Did you say you think he's blind?"

And the blood casts a redlight, and the redlight casts shadows!

Frank watches.

The shadows depict a pig tailed girl kneeling, a woman on a peacock throne listens to the pooka's lies with some frustration... more silhouetes than actual images.

Brekke's jaw tightens at the sight of that throne, that woman....

Frank's fists clench.

The voices are clear "IF I understand what you have said, it would appear that in trying to lure Sir Franklyn, we instead gained a love sick Scathach? And he wounded you? He's not the one I want out. He's not the one I want in my hands. My lover was slain, you understand this? MY LOVER. One does something about that, Prudence. You were to learn all you could, gather information, lay a trap and bread crumbs to ..." The woman stands "Why do I waste my time? Rise. I'll find another way to seperate that family from itself. "

A low growl.

Brekke's expression...well...she is embodying her Storm title, though for now restrained, barely. Without looking over, she reaches for Frank's hand.

The images continue to play and she turns, "Enough... we have better news. One who has served me well...Angrgyn, you are welcome to my House hold. Kneel please."

They see nothing... maybe a ripple.

Frank takes her hand without looking away. "No......"

A gasp from the Chieftain.

But the sidhe talks to the nothing "When you came seeking my service, I was suspicious. But you have proven useful in eliminating my foe"