#debukefarmhold

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Emmit DeBuke, Wildheart and mountain is a hypocrite! Zara has been cooling her jets, being patient, waiting...

and he risking the eye to spy on the Dreaming?

What happened to patience? What happened to discipline? Oooooo!

Hisssss.

A wince , apparently he can hear HERE "Ahem. .now Zara, this might not be what you think it is..." but he doesn't pull his hand away from the eye

"No? It looks like you are risking your sight for curiosity. If you wish to scry, I could help - we could build it together for clarity, with less risk. I understand, troll senses are dull, but still..."

A grumble rumble "You know mooost of my apprentices aren't so cheeky" That said he does not say no

"Most of them are not. Aren't you lucky I am? Imagine thee, Tiresias, the blind seer..."

"Your education as ever impresses, fine fine, shore up what I've done, then, gradually, tap in so you can see."

She fusses, but complies... scratching out a circle in chalk filled with runes.

"Bit more swoop to the shoring, it allows a gradual redirect of excess"

"Aye, aye... see, a spiral to guide..."

"Good good... quick, I need your help to hold this " And he holds out a hand for her to clasp

She takes his hand, her own touch clammy.

When she grips it, her view of this world dims and she finds herself agape into the Dreaming... She sees Frank and Brekke Bellow their challenges

Her grip tightens, whisper calling out in the mundane world...

All to naught... Golnaz has ruined the plan... her Eshu feet serving her well, and serving House Balor

Golnaz is not wise, but is rarely foolish..

A blessing on their heads, mazel tov, mazel tov... where is Earl?

And it..starts to twist ...is he not at this fight? WHere... "Zara, you're pulling us away"

"But Earl..." a quaver of worry, but she tries to focus on the scene in the dreaming.

"The Tower!"

the contact breaks...and it's dark. She can't see, wait, she can see a gray

"I'm sorry, Zara. I had to cut us off. Your vision will be back in a few moments" The mountains' voice is soothing

Worse, the dreaming's mists, muted by the power of the eye, are still there, threatening to take away what she did see

Her breathing grows sharp and fast, though she nods.

"I couldn't find Earl there... I saw Clem..." Breathe. Trying not to panic at the dim grey haze.

"That's because Earl is... mortal side" The Mountain says "With his portal passage abilitiesk, it was decided he'd do better on the streets. I warded him, much like I did you"

"...Oh. He... he would do well, he saved Miriam..."

"Yes, he didn't want you to worry thought you might get nervous for him if you thought about it too much"

What's to think about ? Mortal bullets... cold iron weapons! Balor possibly there... forever death.

what's to worry about?

Her eyes see more light, and then more color.

She blinks a few times, trying to hasten the recovery. "Well, yes. Iron."

It helps, a little.

And yes, colors are back. Mind you, she's not sure how much she'd miss some colors, yellow has not been her friend traditionally, but oh purples, she wouldn't want to be in a world without purple

"There we go. "

She remembers the tower. ANd Golnaz. The rest is threatening to blur

"Golnaz was there.... Golnaz, and the cloth tower.."

"That ..unnatural siege engine? YOu've seen it before?" The Mountain says

"Aye. It was used by the slavers who held Miriam. It... they forced her to help make it.."

"Good lord, your poor mother. That thing was the very definition of a 'marvelous terror'"

She nods, rubbing at her eyes. "Aye. It's part of why we only freed her. Even then, it was from the mortal side, not the dreaming..."

"Well, we can try again if neither group returns in four hours. Heck, it might even pick up where we left off...time and the dreaming, you know?"