#brightwindsbarony

Rose may find the piskie is a font of information, with less filter than the adults... and fewer lies than the pooka...

And Rose takes that in, learning what she can. And asking questions "Grete is a Wichtel right?"

"Uh-huh! She's bossy too. But then she and Caitir will figure things out together. Grete is okay."

"Grete is the only WItchel left, like I'm the only piskie. The grownups left."

"I'm sorry, honey. Maybe some will come back or new ones will arrive or at least visit?" She ponders what childling centaurs might be like but at the same time, she's aware one child of her own was enough.

"Sure! Once people hear, they'll come!"

"Word is likely getting out" And in the corner of the piskie's eye, those shiney odd knick knacks

She ties off the braids. "Go look!"

And Rose moves, straightens up "mmm" bit stiff from holding like that, and goes to a mirror to look

As the centaur looks, those clever hands 'see' the broach - the elaborate metal curlicues, the glittering stone...

And away it goes in a pocket.

Oh it's polished with time and handlingg. It means something and.. yes. Swoop snatch

"I like it" She says shaking the hair a bit "I don't know if I'll keep it like this, but it's certainly looking snazzy" Rose says, pleased she'll be able to surprise Ross tonight "Thank you, Irene."

"You're welcome! My beauty services are available!"

"But now I think I'm going to see about that pie..."

"Oh, yes, go enjoy! Well earned" She waves

And sure enough, when Irene gets to the kitchen, she gets a slice of some of the BEST pie

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Otha and Nessa are having a great time camping , and searching the local plant life. Nessa's dad has taken her out here lots of times, but now she sees the DREAMING side of things

Oh how they witness such sights. the Cactus that just wants to be loved and is having problems with that dream.

Indian Paintbrushes, which can be used as REAL Paint brushes

She blinks, and rubs her eyes, which threaten to tear up at the beauty. "It's so lovely, and... so sad. To think that this is all here, but no one can see it..."

"We can see it" Otha says, "And perhaps it's best mortals can't. They'd just destroy it"

A sigh. "You're not wrong." She replies, kneeling to examine a creeping tendril of some sort of vine, offering a slender hand for it to climb onto.

the tendril slithers up her wrist and a little mouth appears on it "are you food?" It asks with little green lips

A small smile. "Not yet, little one. Someday I will be, but I still live and breath. I am afraid I will not feed you today."

"Oh, okay" the plant curls along her wrist and clambers up "Am I a plant?"

"Oh god, it's an Ivy. They're crazy about being educated" Otha sighs

A giggle. "Well, Ivy is in a League of it's own." "Yes, you are a lovely creeping ivy. You creep and crawl and grow and survive, and stretch towards the sun. Out here, you spread and grow. Inside a dwelling, you might spread color and joy, explore the walls, and clean the air, in return for a colorful pot and nourishing soil for your roots. Would you like to see where I live?"

"Yes!" The plant says

A smile, and Nessa starts to gently gatherup the tendrils rootlets, then pauses and looks to Otha. "So you think Sp - Lady Sparrow - would mind if I brought a few plants back to the Freehold?"

"We'll have to make sure they're safe but yes."

She beams up at the Sidhe and carefully tucks her Ivy friend away where a tendril can poke out and 'see'.

"These here, I think they are healing herbs... I seem to remember a similar leaf shape in my book..."

The Ivy seems happy to learn all about other plants too. A glutton for knowledge

"This looks like Yarrow... though it was noted as "Woundwort" or "Staunchweed". And here, it's almost like Echinacea, but the blossoms are much bigger than I've ever seen!"

"This, I've not seen before, but..." Paging through her book. "Here, it's called Bee-Balm? ... A disinfectant, and furniture polish..." She murmurs, curious and interested. "I would make sure no one is allergic to bees, though I love seeing them buzz around."

"Tea and tinctures, drawing out infection..." Whispering to herself, things she hadn't been aware that she knew.

"Bebalm is useful for medical situations yes" Otha says "I'm impressed you have this down. "

A blink, and she looks up. "I didn't know I knew that. In honey. it will soothe a sore throat and inflammation."

"Do I cure anything?" The Ivy asks

"Hunger in rabbits" the Aesin answers

"Anti-inflammatory, and might help bronchitis... and you are lovely."

"Helix Hedera!"

"HAil Hedera!" the Ivy says "Cut off one vine , two more will grow to take it's place"

"Maybe we should burn it" Otha says

"I'll be good" The ivy shrinks back

A giggle. "You can stay in my room. And if you behave and the Baroness allows, maybe spread around. Who doesn't love a bit of greenery?"

"I love greenery" the Ivy agrees, then "is that vain?"

Otha says "Plants are gluttons for attention, they'll fight for nutrients and sunlight as viciously as any animal does for food- just at a slower pace. Don't assume theyr'e all cuddly"

"You are special. I talk to plants all the time... but you're the first to ever speak back." She nods to Otha. "If plants can be sentient in the dreaming... there could be carnivorous creeping brambles, and more."