#debukefarmhold

He's getting at something

"You wish a new student?"

"I have some great students, " he says "You might even know one." He winks , then he sighs "It's just blinking now isn't it? Loses the effect"

At that Clem tries VERY hard not to snicker

"Aye... a touch."

"I'm thinking whether I teach him or not, someone needs to. Anyone know much about this Zane Wayburton? He's got a gift, but without discipline and application it could either peter out, or get out of control .. either a shame."

Zara knows of Zane's father, professor Wayburton, a pro troll reformist far more comfortable with the noble system than the MOuntain himself. Though somehting of a radical for his push for more noble commoners and yes, very pro troll

"I know his father... a bit, from his work."

"And I visit Rivervale, a'times."

"Would do me the favor of looking in one the boy? If he's smart enough, maybe the satyrs need a namer too. Lord knows you're close "

Clem says "How close is she?"

"That's for her to tell you, Chief." Emmit knows enough not to break a sluaghs' secrecy

"Mmm..."

"Not so skilled as that damned Eiluned."

"Frustrating man."

"oh, that's right. I told you I'd tell you how to hide from that didn't I?" Emmit says

"You did."

"When did you want that lesson?" He asks

"Need you ask?"

Clem rolls her eyes and rises, "I get the feeling this is about to be one of those 'see you later, Clem' things"

"Nonsense, Clem. You're an important person now," Emmit says , then clears his throat "See you later, Chief"

"And don't either of you forget it," Clem makes a motion like she was throwing a stole over her shoulders, and walks off

She waves!

Mountain Emmit chuckles, as Clem does wave back once before going entirely, then he turns to Zara

"Okay... now you've learned that namers can often sense other namers. It's a signature of sorts, worse for you, it's like wearing big hobnailed boots..w ith bells on. Frustrating right? "

HUFF

"Fortunately, you have mastery over certain realms. This means that you can veil the art inside you, like you might veil glamour. OR even try a fuddle, but that's weaker, normally. So what I suggest is a transubstitution of sorts.. though I may not be using that quite correctly. You take something with you, a smooth stone, a simple hat pin...something decidedly unmagical. Hold it close...in your hand or what not, and put a bit of glamour in it. THen fuddle yourself to resemble the object, but ONLY in it's magical sense."

"It's a mask, you use it's lack of naming to hide your knowledge and power" He says "Am I making sense?"

Zara considers, and nods. "Unlikely to hold up to active casting.. but aye."

"Oh once you cast something else, it pops like a soap bubble with a needle inside it" He agrees "But for plain old sneaking?"

"Useful."

A nod "Now, another alternative is to nickname your power, like 'average' 'unimpressive' 'paynomind' but that's dangerous on a whole other level... cast too often, or just with a bit of bad luck, and you can end up having your magic forget it's true power for a time. It's all great for walking by sidhe namers maybe, but if they want to catch you for another reason, your cantrips might actually 'forget' how amazing they are. So to speak. "

"Tried that in my early says, forgot I could even CAST cantrips for hours"

Nose-wrinkle.

"That's why I prefer to just keep a nice worry stone with me. ONE Other danger about that though... just as you take the nature of something as a mask, if someone gets their hand on that something while the spell is still relatively fresh? They can use it on you like they might a lock of your hair"

"Once a part, always."

"It's an intricate thing borrowing from some part of the world, the world borrows back" A nod, "But you'll find that not many, not even half the namers, know of these techniques. WHy would they? the sidhe don't need to hide it when they know it so they never developed it"

"And yet I must."

"I suppose I am lucky the damnable Baron has chosen to be intrigued rather than angered."

"Careful, in my experience that doesn't make them much less dangerous, but I am an old dog who has a hard time changing his ways." A concerned look for her.

"It... well, it is not home."

"mm? " Tilt of that one eyed mammoth head

"Adjusting."

"Well, for Earl it's easy. He seems to have decided wherever you are is home. Serves you right too, pinching one of ours and now he's stuck to your fingers," A smile "Don't force yourself to think of it as home. Think of it as an outpost, a place beyond your green gables which you must take to a different type of schooling, but when you return , you will be all the stronger for your learning. Do some of that dramatic sighing young folk do...stare into the distant sky line, imagine yourself a fine lady in temporary self exile, but one day you will return triumphantly back to The Zaramoors, whever the Zaramoors are"

There's warmth in the voice, a touch of teasing but nothing that goes to mockery really and well intentioned advice

"Aye. And thank goodness for trods."

"Yeah, about that... You do know that Rivervale is bursting with a few odd trods hmm?"

"Since the Dragon?"

"Yep. old trods relit. New ones born where old trods no longer COULD be..." He says

"Oooo..." He knows that face.