#debukefarmhold

"There may be repercussions, unforeseen. And He seemed entirely to pleased... aye, he was mad, but..."

Shalimar is doodling a magic marker mustache on the face of the statue

"Well, other namers frown on reweaving as punishement" Emmit says "But.. maybe to.. ah.." Emmit blinks as the skunk pooka adds a goatee

Murray raises a brow then looks to Clem "Is there anyone we'ree NOT letting into this hold lately?"

"Ah. Chieftain Clementine, my sister's paramour - Shalimar. He aided us."

"I know who he is... and he's welcome by my choice and invite" She shoots Murry a look "he's helped us, more than once. He maybe a royalist, but he's not a noble himself. He saved Earl once."

"That's true" earl admits

Vasthi says "He is my support skunk and I shall need him on this flight"

A bit of a young woman's wheedling

Agnes sighs

"Forgive, Hearth."

" If he saved Earl then not much to forgive I suppose. " Agnes sounds resigned. "Zara, you have an opinion on what should be done? We're still going about in circles on the final details on whether to denhy him ever returning in any life or making sure he gets raised RIGHT next time under a DeBuke name"

"I..." She frowns. "Please, please do not ask me yet again today to sanction a death. I have two on my hands already. Decide this without me, please."

Agnes' normallhy stern features soften just a bit "Of course. I'm sorry honey, let me get you all some tea while we sort this out anyway. Of course you've all been through a lot"

"...pardon, aye. Forgive,"

"nothing to forgive on your part" Hearth Agnes says "Sit down.. you must be near starved as well" She rises "And we dcould use a bite or three ourselves. Helps get the head on straight"

Clem nods "Thank you, Aunt Agnes"

"Tea would be lovely. Most kind." Zara sits back down, and picks at the mud/blood spackle on her arms - now dried and flaking.

"And a shower" Clem says troubled "Good lord I HAVE been a poor hostess"

She notices it now, that each of them is a mess "How did I miss..."

Murray shrugs 'Nothing wrong with a little blood"

"So long as it is not thine own.."

"Pretty much" He agrees

The fate of a certain someone is put on hold as the group of them have tea and food to unwind, Zara is positioned where Earl can 'obscure her' if she likes while she dines. The food is kosher, and ..aged.

Zara does hide in Earl's lee, picking daintily at the offerings.

Shalimar goes on about the sheer SIZE of the meatballs served "No sneeze on Earth could move such"

That.. earns a quiet raspy laugh from the sluagh. Score?

A few chuckles escape the trolls too. To them it's just normal sized

The tea is rather soothing, and some polite banter is made...but after which, both ladies are borderline bullied to a place where they may shower and change.

Zara, for her part, does much prefer being clean to being mucky. Irony?

...of course, the smell is not much improved.

Well, different, and as she and her sister clean, they do have a moment to talk.

"Sister, thou does know that paths were set by others ?" QUestions ar eeasier not to lie on

"No?"

"Or rather - I wonder what things I set, and forgot?" trying to help?

"I held knife point at thy back..but being deaf, how could you know? " A sigh "Thou know both of us sooth. I hath soothed, you hath soothed, you ahd soothed..we're a very Soothy Sorority so naturally I wished Paler to gain a long and happy birthday even as though cursed him all those times"

She smiles. "My bravest sister. My most clever sister!"

"I am glad to have had your help. I am glad to have helped you. If there is one thing to be said for all of this.. aye.. I am so very glad to have found thee."

She smiles "Oh I am not sure I shall approve of a sister not out to kill me when I close my eyes" A breath "But i borught this up so you would feel guilt and blame only yourself for all that has occured. Aye?" A firmer look "Thy troll, he tries to tell thee but it helps not. I thought may haps if a hundred voices added, I would not see such sorrow in your handlines. Golnaz, you pity her yes?"

"...I do. Yes."

"I feel... I... would I have been like her, had I fallen on hard stone instead of rich soil?"

"It is not that she had hard stone alone" Grateful her sister speaks in metaphors so she might try the same "Her roots dug onto that stone when there were otherways... I was seeded thus, and yet, here I am ..... you offfered her good soil as well. She spurned. The Golden Rose drank in vanity of her own poisoned well. "

Zara nods.

"My sister is a miracle. A blessing. A gift."

"But for her flaws... my other sister.. it is a tragedy. I mourn what she may have been."

"You are too free with the coin from your heart shaped purse, sister mine. But I suppose I cannot encourage thee to dwell on the joy of our freedom, that I may tease and tormeent my lover, that you may be with your heart and pursue your quests and your family safer. I cannot urge thee to dance with me on the fields of moonfed joy at this liberty now finally finally upon us." A sigh " So I shall not try"

She takes Vashti's hands and smiles. "Oh, I beg thee to try."

Vasthi smmiles as her sister takes her hands, and spins a bit with her. Both ladies are now quite clean, and a change of clothes has been provided. Indeed, they must be prepared for them for rather than DeBuke sunday best, the garments are less the style of the trolls and more suited to the tastes of others.

Only a slight variance of hue between them