#debukefarmhold

Zara may or may not look like the cat who got the week dead canary but she certainly has a right to. She was bent, folded and positioned in the most impossible and pleasant of ways and Earl's desire for her satisfied in her curiosities even she wasn't sure she had. To add to it, the trod journey awaits...and her love will unlock it for them both. It's an adventure!

Between Vashti and Miriam, Zara has also had a number of outfits foisted off on her. She has something of a gothic hunting outfit on

She tugs at a lacy grey cuff - her family knows her, at least. Her boots are set neatly on the bank beside the cold stream, however, and her over-long toes curl in the soft loam.

"Saw that coming," earl notes as the boots go loose, then noticing the ankles, "Wicked girl, showing those"

"Thou hast seen a bit more, methinks."

"Every delightfully opalescent inch," He says "Unfortunately I think I'm addicted to pomegranates now, or at least conditioned" He kisses her hand and steps in with her, "Tell me when you want it unlocked"

"A secret, Love? There may be a delightfully ripe fruit hidden in the cupboard at home. Well-aged."

She steps into the water - her toes grip the rocks, steadying her in what may otherwise be a rather precarious path.

"mmm... " A nod , "So there's a delightful prize at the end of this quest whatever else we find. " A smile, "Perhaps I'll get greedy and ask you to pose for a painting before partaking."

He can already visualize it, her, wearing next to nothing, hunched over a meal as if stealing the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge itself.

She blushes! "Oh, mayhaps!"

Aheming, he points to the Rath "Shall I?"

"Aye. Let's."

He bends over gently i nthe water, fortunately as a troll, what might be thigh deep for some is less for for him, and his own garb, similarly dontated by Vashti, is prepared for cold streams and wet winters if need be. His free hand plunges against the stone and he intones "I am the maker of worlds, I am the hand that guides dreams to the canvas, no barrier holds against me, all walls give me a door, and all doors give me the key, I am the key. Open to me, I am the maker of worlds"

And the rath opens! Silver light cascades. Oh it is too new this trod, or else newly restored. The Dreaming awaits

Zara briefly shields her eyes with a slender hand.

It dims after that release, but only a little. She must adjust, but the troll's shadow may provide some reprieve until they do, and in they go.

(to the Dreaming)