#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Though the same may be said of winterlight pears - it is always in the liminal spaces, in transitions, where the sweetest fruits may ripen."

She takes mental notes, what might be vague to mortal thinking is the nature of the dreaming "The borders betwixt it sounds like."

"Exactly! Borders are powerful places."

David admits, "I do not know of pears. That is, I presume, another fruit." The grackle at last has given up, and David's head turns to watch it fly away with a mild melancholy at the parting.

"Oh, you would like Winterheart, little one. They are ripened only by Sun and Snow. They must have both to thrive."

"Pardon, but may I take notes?" She reaches into a delicate bag, "I fear I might forget some wonderful options and I wouldn't want to lose them."

"Why would I mind? Your kind are such fleeting things, with short memories."

"Sadly true, my own kith has a tendency to remember things in... different ways. One might vividly recall the eyes of a crush from many ears ago yet forget one had for breakfast if not careful," She nods "We Arcadian Sidhe are bound to forces outside time, so when confronted with it can be at a loss." Of course, Nadeen's knack for Chronos helps off set that.

She does write these things down as she listens.

"Still, the Dreaming would be your best bet for any of these. Perhaps a skilled gardener might have Spicepumpkin - but lumenberries? Winterheart? No, no freehold could foster those."

She nods and looks at Dru and David, "How may I repay you both for such lore?"

David is quiet a moment.

“At the end, it is still a fruit,” he says. “It ripens, bruises, and is consumed.”

“A well-shaped stone endures centuries without complaint. I confess I find that the finer quality.”

A pause.

“But courts rarely gather to admire a particularly reliable rock.”

He seems disappointed in such. Then, considers her request.

"It was a pleasant interlude. Your visit." A slow nod. "Well repaid in my opinion." Though, he looks to Dru as well.

Nadeen inclines her head at David's praise of her visit.

"You brought me chocolates and company! But perhaps another visit?"

"If you are to find this fruit. Perhaps, we might see it." A consideration, "Dru may wish to taste of it."

"Oh, yes! I have not had those in many seasons!"

"I would love to visit again, and have you visit in turn, though I would not suggest for the next three days, we have... a challenge on going one that is not to my mind pleasant." Given Varich take up challenges, that's saying something "And yes, It's only fair we grant a taste to our kind allies of the Slow Empires."

"Perhaps old stick-in-the-mud here might try some, too."

Correction, "Stone in the mud." Pause, "Yet, I am curious about a fruit named after a stone that is a plant."

"As am I," She agrees.

"Stone in the mud." Happily conceding.

"Three days is less than a moment. Waiting will fulfill when the time is correct."

"Best have a fast runner - or a way to stop time, lest the fruit spoil before it can be enjoyed!"

"Noted," A look of alarm at the idea of the food rotting before it's return.

"Is it not so with all fruit?" David says, as to him, it all grows and rots in a moment.

Quite willing to discuss this for long hours or days.

"Think of a humming bird deciding one flower is past it's season, David. It's akin to that."

"Too."

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"Fast." He says.

"Everything has its cycle, but there is always a perfect moment, too."

"When the sun hits the cleft just so, and the gem comes to life for a moment of brilliance." He agrees.

"And it may take a long time ere that moment returns."

"Waiting fulfills. But sometimes, magic may... delay a wait." He agrees. "For quicklife may not have Time to wait."

"No - so few seasons." She shakes her head.

"Just so, the moment, that precious second between seconds, is all the more precious because it is rare I think, and we must either work for it, or wait for it and observe."

"Wise words, little one!"

"Give our regards to the Stonedaughter as well. Tell her that Eridanus has enjoyed the volumes she carried to him last."

She shivers. "Too dark down there!"

"Gladiola is very fond of Eridanus and I shall pass that along," A nod.

"And it's a bit dark for me as well, Dru. I like sunshine," It's a sluagh repellent.

"Mm. Yes. The sun brings much joy."

"Yes," She sips her tea, "Though my house is a contrast in perfering the winter sun over most others I imagine it makes you sluggish."

David seems unconcerned in the matter, but "My facets shine best in some light. Though I try to avoid vanity in such."

"Winter is for rest, the sun is short. The days pass quickly. But as the light lingers longer, I feel spring in my sap and itching in my feet."

"Then later this week when this is resolved you MUST visit the gardens at our place again I pray you. We.. have a unicorn now, a colt really, lovely little fellow with the unfortunate name of Monobrow." She recalls how that term STILL make her lord shudder.

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