#debukefarmhold

"Well..." She considers. "Earth Runes may wish to aid."

"There are commoners there, if you wish not to ask the sidhe."

"I'm not sure i CAN ask the sidhe" Clem says "Well, maybe August"

"August, aye. Coradel..." A sigh. "Is more sidhe-ish."

"But... Vince, mayhaps? He is valiant."

"I don't know, Zara. I mean, if you think so? I was focusing on troll heavy areas"

"...Aye, Sorry."

"It's not a bad ideea though and bears thinking about" Earl says

Vashti looks at her needle work "It will be like sewing... you seek to give others warmth, but there maybe blood spilt in the process. I wish I could promise a perfect scarf"

"Aye. I do not wish... the Balor are dangerous."

"No such thing as a safe world no how," Clem says "Anyone who can't work with the world as it is is a bit of a fool, anyone who ca't see it better has lost the vision to see light... and anyone who doesn't try to MAKE it better? Well, they're worse than blind, they're cowards, and I won't live like that"

Vashti looks at Clem as if SHE were the one with confusing pooka speak.

"I swore when we released Miriam... I swore to find a way to help the others."

"And you have," Clem says "This wouldn't be happening without Vashti, and Vashti wouldn't have had the courage to come here if not for you. I maybe a simple farm girl, but I can tell when seeds have been planted and grown. You planted this seed"

"I would see them all freed." A glance at the pooka. "Free from bondage, free from fear. An odd thing for a sluagh to wish, mayhaps - but some fear opens, other kinds... they only crush."

"Love you so much" Earl mutters his eyes caught by Zara

Vasthi hears both and smiles but "I'm the only one who speaks clear here. Such idealism is almost Lewis Carroll's domain....Unbirthday parties"

"Tis idealism that gives us life, Moth. Without dreams, we are but dust and bitterness."

"But that's what little moths are made of" She says almost sing song, wings fluttering

A part of her still does not dare believe

"Moondust, silver light, whispers, feathery antennae - so much more than one might know at a glance."

Vashti lowers her head then says "Clem, should any of your people die, I..."

"Then it's on me,, and on them for following me, " Clem says "And most especilly on those what killed them actually, Vashti. Thank you for concern, but let's not throw yourself on the pyre of OUR Funeralsjust yet"

"But the flames are so shiney" The pooka mutters

"I... I have some gift at soothsay. I could look, perhaps, at Clem firstly - cast what auguries I may?"

"You do, but I thought using soothsay was... " Clem says "You sure it might not circle back on us?"

"You must be respectful, yes. Tis best to encourage da'an's path, not try to wrest it under your will."

Clem ponders "i'll trust your judgement on this, Zara. With the exception of our Mountain, you're the most knowledgeable here"

"Well... I cannot go with you, I cannot fight... this is what I have to give, to help."

Clem nods "I don't know if I would say you aren't helping already, like I said, you could be crucial if all goes really bad, but ..." A memory flickers across hr fface "I know what its like to feel helpless. To stare at the ruins of something and reaslize you are a total non factor. I don't think you are a non factor Zara, but if it helps you to bestow this on me , I'd yield to it."

"I wish to aid. I wish to see you come home safely..." To Clem, but also a look at Earl.

"Either one, assuming Earl is up for it" Clem says

Earl kisses Zara's hand "I know you worry."

"I might be able to work upon the whole party..."

"I'll have to consult with Cheiftain Brekke on her sideo f things, " Zara says

"True. She might not wish my magic upon her..."

"We'll see. " Clem says "No harm no foul and you can always just put it on Earl and I if you wish I think I..." She looks towards Vashti "Vashti, are you okay?" //The moth is staring at the flames then "I..I am fine. I just...was thinking I left my favorite stole back at Earth Runes."

"Shalimar? Did you - oh, aye, you did. You pushed him away, to protect him?"

'I did what I was trained to do... stitchh, stitch... and then" She rips the material she's been working on. " matters not. I enjoy it."

"It can take time to overcome what we have been conditioned to do. But... thou hast the tools, what has been rent may be mended."

"Time will mend. Also, tis a fiona hold, some lovely lady shall console his loss... some kind sweet lady no doubt. I hope she prospers and doees well" Riiiipp

Clem raises a brow

A sniff. "You give up too easily. You are worthy of love."

"Ah, but is he worthy of me? A jester, a clown, why a pooka as well,a cliche of his kith. I grew tird of him, with his silly plans on making me happy, what woman desires such in a lover?" Vashti sniffs

She tilts her head. "All of them?"

"Exactly, see how rebellious i am to defy such group think?" The moth says

Clem says gently "Oh Vashti."

"Aye - Vashti, you mustn't despair of this. Wouldst thou have me play messenger, and bear secret greetings?"

"I..." Vashti ponders "Do let me decide immediately?"

"Take all the time thou needest."