#debukefarmhold

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"I'm telling you, Zara, the thing is a monstrosity" Clem fumes looking at the Pomegranate tree, "Folks won't trust our crop if that's there... but the dragon death took what was already worked here and went nuts. Dross? dross is welcome. This is just embarrassing"

Zara can see the Pomegranate tree is bursting with power and more. Getting under its shade is relaxing, slightly pleasurable in fact. To touch it, makes one to eat of the fruit. And the fruit?

"What is wrong with it? Tis a sacred fruit. Persephone, nu? And, truth, the Garden - not an apple, if you research. Good enough to die for."

"Tis a pity they're so offensively fresh."

"Zara, a bite of this fruit could make the most prudish librarian as randy as a she goat." A look to Zara "Pardon the dig about Prudish librarians, but you know what I Mean. We learned that the hard way when Denise took a nip and almost attacked a visiting farm hand."

"Mmm.. perhaps I could take a basket home?"

The glamour of it seems to indicate a perfect mess. Some sort of lust spell was used here, to good effect... causing a sort of ceremony ritual, and that saturated the soil... and the magic would have died after a time. The Dragons' death however, fueled the farmhold (Along with other places)

and now this has grown.

"Mayhaps a specialty market to Fiona and satyrs?"

"Zara, we don't want to be known for ..for ...the Elders are plumb embarrassed by this. There's talk of chopping it down to keep our good name. We go peddling to satyrs and Fiona well, what will folks say?"

A hurumph

"That love is natural?"

"That Iowans aren't Music Man stereotypes?"

"I like the Music man" She says under her breath

"A little pleasure, a little joy - they are good things!"

"Well I've got at least five of the older folk telling me to chop it down," The troll says

"So, tell them no. You're the Chief."

"And this isn't love, unless you mean that 'hippie if it feels good do it love', this is desire, and I've got to keep these folks working."

OOh she seems in a sour mood

"Ah yes. Hippie that I am." A pale eyebrow.

"Okay, I think we may have just hit on your next carnival costume.. 'wilted flower power'"

"Trolls, even unseelie, do their duty. But there is room for more than work."

"Speaking of unseelie, you're feeling your winter aren't you?" A fuss, "Zara, we don't just feed ourselves, we sell food, farm grown hard won non GMO little to no pesticide food... the DeBuke name means integrity and good meals. What if we sell this stuff and it gets used by unscrupulous folk to flip skirt?"

"It IS winter. And so - don't sell it. Gift it, mayhaps. But destroy it? Why not destroy Evergreen?"

"That's not the same thing, Evergreen is a thinking being and part of our farm. This is a magical accident brought up by a lust bomb thrown by a satyr to stop a raid coupled with blowback from a dead dragon"

"So - da'an."

"What sayeth Emmitt?"

"I'm more worried about Emmit's Eye than anything... but when asked, well, first he laughed " Irritated grumble, "Then he laughed some more. Aunt Agnes said he got hit in the head too hard or not hard enough depending and that it's not funny. THAT started a debate."

"Aye, it would."

A wry little smile. "He liketh it not if I call him Odin."

"The jokes have been made. Some of the childlings have settled on "Mountain Nick Fury'"

A soft chuff, amused.

"So. Da'an placed it here, the Mountain deems it well - would I speak against either such force?"

"...Would you?"

"First, you SURE It's Da'an, or is that something seers say to free up their calender?" Oh yes feisty, "Second, the Mountain has say over most magic things, but our Hearth helps keep the peace and she thinks it's trouble. And plenty others are fussing.. Still, I guess it IS part of the Dreaming now" A frown "Maybe we can transplant it?"

Zara isn't sure that would work, this patch of soil, the fusion of magics is just too balanced. It might even rip some magic away from the farm overall. With effort, A namer could reweave it's nature, but that smacks of hubris.

She purses her lips. "Ken it, Clementine. And feel your fire - judge you the risk of ripping this from the ground. And what will bleed out if you do."

Clem bends down, puts her hands to the roots. For a moment, a long moment, her lips part, her breathing grows slower, heavier, and her eyes flutter, then she pulls back blushing "Well, that was a mistake. Cold shower, again." She glances around as if blaming someone for NOT being here.

Then she answers "But you're right..it's like.. an extra vein now... if I pull it, and it doesn't heal right, it'll bleed." A snort "Okay. Clearly we need to find a market of folks we can trust to use it right and discretely. Oh, and IF you're wanting to try it, we have a fruit I left out and might be just your type, but don't blame me if you end up with your knickers hanging from a ceiling fan and Earl having gotten no painting done for a dayy"

Wry. "Heaven forbid." A smile

"Lalalala" Clem says "Not listening. My cousin is a sweet young virgin and always will be"

There's a laugh, Miss Evergreen approaches.

"Aye. Roommates, we."

Clem blushes a bit "Miss Evergreen, I know what your'e going to say, but Zara's already swayed me. The tree stays. You can stop fussing about it."

The lush beauty of nature's dream smiles kindly, "Good. It's not its fault what it is, and who knows? With time and the right glamour, it might slowly evolve into something more of love than just desire, but cannot force it, and we should not forsake it." She gives Zara a grateful look

"Well, it is young - don't we all settle down a bit?"

"Indeed," Miss Evergreen beams, "Spring's stormy winds settle to summer's breezes and falls' gently rustling, non truly less than the other, for each fits its part in the cycle. No wonder you are Mountain Emmit's favorite student, Zara."

She pinks. "ah..."

"Oh that makes her blush" Clem mutters