#debukefarmhold

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Emmit holds the eye up, the treasure pulses with power "Here we go" The orb's case flicks open

He sprinkles silver dust along the eye "We attune it to the dreaming by use of trod dust"

Zara watches intently, dark eyes glittering with curiosity. "So it is especially attuned to scrying the Dreaming?"

"Well, my apprentice, it's purpose is to reveal the enemy... the Formorian claimed... thallian, certain nightmare chimera...dark kin...it destroys their disguises , their false masks. But it is...able to aid other things too."

the eye burns with power, Zara barely needs to use her kenning

"Ah... important, aye."

"It is dangerous.. as are all three objects. And... Zara... I do wish Clem had not mentioned this to you. Not because I think you'll go blabbing, but because with your curiousity, often a blessing, you might be drawn to use it to learn all you can. And that would cost you. As it may cost me if I do the same."

"Some things are worth the price, nu?"

"It can cause blindness, Zara. Oh, permanent... and I suspect, that if one tries to use it even then...they lose their ability to ken too. Each of the three great treasures can erode the user in a different way, erode, or destroy."

"Not saying you are wrong, mind, but if you must bargain with magic, put some value on every little part of you"

"...Aye... losing kenning? And... " She grimaces. "I have known a blind sluagh. Tis a pathetic thing."

"to your kith's credit, they also have hearing that a wolf would envy, but yes, my sympathies to whoever that was." He says and places his hands on the eye ad closes his "Mines of Blue, where shackled work... the black snake is the lash... the tower watches... let me see. Let me see. "

She clutches her hands into fists - while memories are fuzzy, there are enough. The tower. The lash. The shuffling, beaten, dejected masses... the ones they did not save...

"Wotan, Thoth, Ogma, Eagle on high"

"I am Emmit, I am Mountain, Shaman, I am the namer that they would deny, I am the old mage and the wild heart. I am he who died thrice for seven. I am he who took the Titan's name and broke him with a word! I am the city breaker and the wily one. I have right by deed. Show me.. now"

Then formly "Show me. Now." A commnd

The eye opens wider and...its gaze cuts into the dreaming, Near, then far and deep!

Zara leans forward, trying to see, too, if she may!

She opens her senses and tries to peek but... while at first she sees the mines, she can't make out.. hard to focus. Perhaps she keeps thinking of another journey, antother time where her mother was the prize...

Blue teardrops like ambeer or glass, broken loose and...

oh she's lost it. And she can't see anything else around it.

Her vision blurs

Not just what the eye shows, but all around. Wait.. it dims

she's not use to a shadow she can't see past

"Zara, stop" Emmit warns

A frown and she rubs at her eyes.

And is broken

"Sorry, Emmit..."

"You didn't do anything wrong, young lady. I was worried you'd pull me away actually, a part of you wanted to see something, or someone else. Don't blame yourself, the eye..is tempting. And I saw.. I knnow what we're dealing with. I know what they're mining"

"Can you tell me?"

"Give me a moment for my own eyes to clear" And she realizes his eyes aren't focusing. they're not looking AT anything or anyone.

A soft noise of alarm, and she covers her mouth with one delicate hand.

"The Dreaming is hard to scry on, a clear picture is going to exact a price, but it's okay. It's coming back" He assures her at the soft noise "I mention because that noise you made sounds like either concern, or you're trying not to belch."

"I.. a belch, Emmit? You jest."

"...Good. That means you will be okay."

A fond smile, from Emmit "there you are..."

She flashes a smile back.

"Now, as for what I saw- before I answer, what did YOU see? Consider it a test on how much you made out of it? And don't be ashamed it wasn't as much as you like"

"Blue tears... like.. transparent, shiny.. like glass? Blue amber? Broken loose from... something.. I could not see much..."

"A giant, Zara. they're carving the corpse of one of the primal trolls... my kith's first or second generation... from a time where legends abounded that were not just creatures that wandered ice and montains alike, but made of both. They've uncovered and are desecrating a corpse"

his eyes, now able to see again, grow dark

A soft hiss.

"I know, I know, I may not go..."

"Hiss indeed" He agrees quite seriously

"And you're not alone in not going, " he says "Agnes is a might steamed "

"And Vashti, truth. I think she thought she would go and.. ah... pay her way."

"Can't have pooka and sluagh getting combat crazy, zara. what will the sidhe and trolls do?"

"Not that I can fight... but.. I have magic, I am good at finding ways in..."

"you are, and you do..." He says "But you and Vashti have a destiny, this is not it. You know I kknow of where I speak"