#debukefarmhold

Whispers carry on the wind, and the wind flows where it will, even down into grottos

'Dark Fairy of River, Marsh, or trees, dark fairy dark fairy, please help me... and offer of molded bread and sour milk do i make, for my dearest brat in your keeping take, teach her manners, teach her restraint. Teach her respect, which got she ain't. Dark fairy dark fairy, I love her still, but oh dark fairy, she does such ill.'

The words carry on the wind, old words, born of older cultures merged but not forgotten.

Zara stirs, intrigued.

And it repeats... a bit stronger but still a whisper

Oh if there's a third time, some one will at least prove to know the basics on top of this old chant

Zara stirs the water, seeking to see that which calls... calls her...

ANd on the third time, a link is born as strong as if a mother had cut her hand and spilt blood on the ground. SOmeone has called a fairy by old chant and need, and that is a powerful dangerous thing.

She sees a vision of a woman bedraggled and tired, who has set out the bread, she's set out the bowl of sour milk... oh her eyes are rimmed with red from tears and lack of sleep, and her hair is tangle from someone yanking

Ten miles away, in a small house, beyond the aggro corps cold or the DeBuke warmth.

and a voice can be heard through the scrying "I dont' want THIS Capn' crunch!" SMash "I want the one with the BERRIE!"

hisssss

"They don't have it, precious," The woman says from the porch, "The store is out"

tug-tug on Earl's sleeve.

He wakes up, "Yes love?"

"Love, I must needs steal a child. I shall return her. Canst thou help?"

"I..." He blinks "Yes? I think I'm a bit recharged and I do have dross. Kidnapping ? This is new... could strengthen the relationship" is he being sardonic? Mmmph But supportive "What can I do to help?"

And the third chant goes... with the added 'I must be out of my mind'

"Mmm.. we have a brat who needs lessoning. Think we could trap her in here for a spell?"

"Pretty easily.. seal the passage, and you've got a dark area..."

"Aye...." She loosens her hair from its braid, giving it a good rumple. "The mother did ask SO politely..."

"Really?" He says "I didn't hear anything.." Then he chucikles "Sorry, forgot who I was talking to."

"She called me. Thrice. The old way."

She stirs the water, showing Earl the scene. "I could wyrd, aye? Take the child for a few hours..."

"Absolutely,, want me to paint soemthing scary to put up?"

"We need haste... darkness might need to serve instead."

"Ooo, if you come we could put her in a basket!"

"A basket?" he says "Why a basket?"

"For fetching bad children. Tradition."

"Well, there's huge basket Hearth Agnes barely uses"

"Perfect!"

"I'll go get it" He says and gets up, gives her a kiss, "Be right back. Seriously, you could shove half a teeanger into it easy"

Zara adjusts her voile, growing ragged and wild.

Wistful sigh as he looks at her growing primal "That brings back some dreaming memories"

And then slips out

He returns with an old wicker basket, huge, strong and ..well it does have a slightly creepy vibe

A kiss, and she climbs up on his shoulders... drawing glamour to call the wyrd, pulling him into her field. "Shall we?"

"Yes... " The giant says "Let's... should we fly?"

Zara GRINS.

"I ate donner, I ate blitzen, Comet sure made mighty good fixins... i ate them all and now Santa is missing, his deer friends, which are in my tum.. off I go, fee fie fo fum" and he bounds with a step and keeps going

Zara cackles as they fly!

Earl has to be careful in his 'never landing bound' as there are banal places, but they bypass the aggro corp area as best they can and head to the house of one Ashley 'Precious' Johnson.

Zara calls her shadows, wreathing them about in a dramatic fashion.

They writh and Earl says "Veil the girl to the mother so she forgets about her or worries less?"

"Not yet..."

The mother is in the kitchen, they can see through the window, on her hands and knees cleaning up spilled milk and captain Crunch

"I must needs be paid. The wyrd will fog mother's memories."

"Ah," He nods and there he gestures, on the porch they have landed at, a bit of moldy bread, and a bowl of sour milk. There is also a sprig of mistletoe

Zara knocks on the door, then picks up the bread and milk.