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"Yup. Or least that's what I heard from Mountain Emmit."

"That's the seer, right?"

"Oh he's more than that, but close enough I suppose. Shaman might be a better word. But he knows a lot"

"Maybe HE knows how to fix a cold iron scar..."

"Oh for that you'd want Clem.. Clem's the best healer ever... learned the old fashioned heatherbalm.. and then when Spring magic teaching came up, she got that too even though thought itwas redundant. Mountain says she's on her way to being an accidental sorcerresss"

"Okay, so - how do we get her to take a look at Dean?"

"Asking would probably be a bad start." Turning the page.

A blush "She might.."

"I mean, asking her might work. Heck.we.." A grin "We iinvite her to listen to me and Spencer sing... and try.. and the hint that while she's here?"

"Oh! That's a plan!"

"Sneaky..." An approving nod.

"If Senor Dean survives the spiders."

"He survived an iron blade, he can survive a spider!"

"You do have a point." A small shiver. "I do not like that story. But I am glad he is still here. He is nice to hear, but never talks too much."

"But only very bad people would maim with iron. So... so we should help him, right?"

"I thought magic cannot touch where bad metal left it's mark. But if Ariel says her Clem is mighty, then maybe?"

"Well, shoot yeah. I don't think any of the troubadours were bad"

A smile to Ariel. "Remember, you cannot win this. You are OUR Troubadour, and the hold cannot claim you for all. Let them have another."

"Maybe not... but we should try, yes?"

A grin at Salma.

A sniff. "Princesca should not have to share, is all."

Ducking her blush behind the book.

Ariel grins and tackle hugs Salma, which may cause concern for the book

"Except with her favorite burra?"

"Eee! Gentle, Cabracita, or you will injure Ramona!"

Setting the book safely away, and hugging back.

"Oooops... sorry, er sienta? Anyway you're so sweet"

"It is all the churros I eat, the sugar seeps in. I cannot help it, they feed me too much here! See, you cannot see my ribs any longer." Patting her side.

"That's good!"

"Si, it is the fault of the boggans who make things too tasty."

"We should remember to scold them more often."

"They even make vegetables taste okay."

"It is the butter. That's the secret!" Then she covers her mouth in mock horror. "Oh no. Did I share their ancient recipe?"

"I shan't tell!"

"Huh, sounds to me like Salma is saying she needs to join me on some runs and exercise..."

"It's okay, we'll get up together and get some work out together!" The satyress says

Hiding behind the book again. She draws her feet up under her. "I cannot go, I have lost my feet. Los siento, please you tell me if you find them out there on your run."

Giggle-snort.

"Oh come on... "she pulls at one of the hidden hooves or tries to "yours work fine."

"Noooo they are lost forever!"

"I traded them to a sea-witch for my lovely voice."

Pleading. "You'll read a chapter tonight, won't you"

A laugh "Now you are just playing my favorites against me. Well, no helping it. We'll have to teach you stand on your head and walk on your ears."

"My ears are better for listening then for walking. If I go out running all around Tijuana-town I will be too tired to tell the tales of Beezus." And a huuuge yawn.

"Hey now wait.. you have to tell at least one story.."A bit alarmed "or a part of it.."

"And Ramona!"

“Are you sure you would not rather to go running?” Teasing now.

Though, she is already reaching for the book.

"We can run some other time" The satyr says "Right, Ellie?"

"What about the lizard? We need to know!"