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As Zara looks for haven, Zara finds Vashti seeking her out.

She's collected several of the sisters who stayed home - Deca was the one tailing the moth, and may have helped Vashti in her quest.

Vashti hurumphs and works the skein to scry on her sister.

A quirked brow. "Sister?"

"There thou art" A hurumph "And mine protection gifted to thee? To PROTECT you. You threw it away into the maw of the eterally hungry Cuthulu, did not thou?"

She bristles.

"Scold me so?"

"I darest" She says, a flutter her wings, "You were put in a jar, sister, a jar! There is little worse for the likes of we!"

Her fear, and frustration from this event shows in the pooka's face then she wihspers "Paler connections still darken this world with strings that cut. I would not have thee jarred. "

"I..."

"I did not properly understand thee. And the disguise... it made me uncomfortable, I felt so... exposed." She frowns, looking down at her tangled fingers.

Vashti's own face softens "Your dooms alarm me, please, try not to be doomed, aye? I... it is good you are back, but I was rather wroth with you because it was an unpleasant fright; and unpleasant frights are not normal. "

"I cam terribly close to exposing my skills, I fear."

"But I did slip the jar after a few days, aye?"

At that she admits "Aye, you poured out like properly aged gruel"

A gummy grin.

A finger wag, but more playful "Shalimar didst tell me not to fret, that you would be as Prometheus with Birdshot... and thus he was proven right. Dost thou know how SMUG a trueheart can get when proven right? Truly you owe me , sister"

"I do." She agrees to the debt without reservation.

A mollified nod "Good. I shall punish thee with tea and green tinged crumpets soon then?"

"Aye. That is fair."

"Excellent" A p;ause "Where IS my floozy band?"

"Tziporah absconded with it."

"Aie" An alarmed look "She did not wear it? It was wired for thee alone like a explosive device with a key chain"

The pooka frets "She may have been blown up"

"She seems to have survived."

"Eshu are as known for their caution as pooka are for their candor."

"When she comes in a panic to thee, and as sure as goddess made little plaid apples, she will, tell her to come to me for the cure? I MIGHT Even let her find me. "

A brow quirk.

"To whoever stole it who was not thee, I had a surprised prepared. Thou art old testament, aye?"

"Vashti..."

"Err... cups may flow ... over?" Sheepish "I AM a pooka, sister"

Sigh. "Well, there is an irony to that."

"THank you" Pride in her work

"There is a new pooka with us."

"Aye?" Interest perked, then a sigh "Cat or dog?"

"Ant."

A surprised look "Another of god's chosen invertebrate?"

"Seems so." A small quirk in her eyes, amused.

"Well, Mozel my Tof!" She is pleased