#debukefarmhold

"And the task I propose for you shall be a no zara club. A tree house of snubbing zara... for I will risk everyone of you, but not her"

Clem tilts her head "I Haven't even heard the task yet, so it's hard to agree to anything you understand."

"...Vashti?"

Vashti looks to Zara, "You would want to lead the charge as Godiva, bare and vulnerable"

"Wilder days" Agnes mutters.

Clem says "Ah, Vashti, telling her 'can't ' or shouldn't..."

Clem seems reluctant to say the rest

"What I propose five minutes ago will have naught to do with Paler , anymore than raiding socks of a drawer at afrat house to him"

"....you would have me sit in the sidelines as my friends are at risk?"

Vashti beams "We have an accord"

"That was a question, not agreement" Clem now translates zara ese so the pooka can get it

Vashti, now warm and with food squirms a bit, wings twitching

" she has risked everything to save me, to wipe my sins. I will not have her die on this cross no matter the salvation it brings"

Clem looks to Zara "She's getting all biblical now, and we're better at bullfinche's. Do you have any idea what she's trying to offer?"

"She is concerned I would risk myself to save her."

"To the point of death. Which..." A fluid shrug. "Aye. She is my sister."

Vashti hisses at Zara "Sister, thou discontent me in my content. I have skulls enou to drink from and you will not sweeten the taste of the next dredge with yours"

"And now it's gotten morbid" Clem observes

"She is a most aesthetic pooka, sister-mine."

"They're sisters, Clem. They're going to squabble now and then" Agnes says with experience

A sigh. "So you wish me to stay back. To not wade into this battle you envision."

"Even more than I long to roll on a thousand hiram made suits bare as a day of birth" Vashti says a bit firmly

Clem blinks

"Okay, I'm going to move past that... oh god that image is in my head now," Clem says "And suggest, Vashti, that you at least let her in on the plan. Because otherwsise she'll go bonkers trying to learn rather than being content on the sidelines"

A soft huff.

delicate snort from Vashti

Clem taps her nails on the table then looks to Zara "Zara. Would you be willing to sit on the s idelines as long as you know what is going on?"

"or at least more likely to?"

"There... there are ways I may aid, nu? Magics I can lend... from a safe distance..." the last part a bit reluctantly.

"One hears New Zealand is lovely" Vashti opines

"Hmph."

"Vashti, meet her in the middle here okay. That's what working families do." Clem says "And Zara... a safe distance might be casting from home and letting them go."

"....I do not like it, but... but I can agree."

Antanee nod slightly

"Then let's here the plan..." Clem says

"Though desirest a dozen male titans serving thee bon bons freshly cultivated from thy fields, free titans, of course, consensual harem" She says "of himims... scandalous..."

Clem's eyes narrow "I know all pooka love to tease, but this really isn't the time"

"I can make a moses of the DeBukes... and thy allies. Oh it will not strike at our twisted pater diabolicus, but think I know not where House Balor keeps more Pickle Jar openers?" Vashti says, then gives a look to zara "You understand do you not?"

"...The slaves. The rolling tower. The ones we did not save."

CLem sits upright "Wait, what? You mean, freeing trolls?"

"Trolls, aye. Nockers, boggans, all manner of commoners. The Balor held Miriam in bondage, but she was one of many. They toiled in the dreaming, and, when bedlam threatened, they were brought to the mortal world to have their bodies sold and used...."

"Profit for the serpent in all times, in slavery and rapine."

Vashti puts a hand on her sister's shoulder "It is just the same location wit hthe exact same prizes" Meaning something is quite different, or she'd not use such clumsy reverse speak

"Ah..."

"...You mean the other siblings?"

"The ones I know not?"

A shake of her head "Think deep thoughts... Pick Pick Pick your battle carefully, not where security is as thick steak, but still remains lean. "

Clem's memories of her own time in Thyle stirs Something about salt... "Mines? She's talking mines"

Vashti touches her nose then say "Oh sister she's much brighter than you said"

"A strike against Balor is rarely wasted."