#debukefarmhold

Emmit rubs his brow as he goes over the book, "I'll keep it here, of course. Safe and secure, but this is quite an interesting book. Not sure some of the things in it can still be done but I sure don't like some noble trying."

Earl nods "I thought you'd feel that way. And thanks."

"Especially not that noble." huff.

"And once you tell one noble, it might get out to others. I do want Clem to take a look at this. Soothsay isn't her forte, but she'll want to know if it can help the crops or the like"

Zara nods. "Soothsay is mine, but I rule naught."

Earl taps his heart, "I wouldn't say 'naught'"

A smile and she snags his hand in order to kiss it.

Emmit ahems, and moves on "Worth studying for you too, Zara. Lots of good tips for improving the realms that let you spread your magic in a wider web."

"I will keep my word, tis not mine... but I am curious."

Earl beams at the kiss, but does pay attention

"Well, I give you permission to read MY book," earl assures

"I am also curious of the drake she told me of."

"oh, what's this drake?" The Mountain inquires

"Sorrow's Coil, who dens at the root of the tree of wisdom's regret. It may well be a trap - in truth, it sounds nearly biblical."

"It should," Emmit says "That's not a dragon, that's a serpent"

"Though are Eve and Pandora so different, really?"

"Aren't some dragons serpents?" Earl asks

"Yes and no," Emmit says "Serpents came first, and ...some of them are far far older than even the most ancient of dragons. Aye, Eve, Pandora, some native American myths too. Odd in so many cultures, Curiosity takes female form."

Earl looks over at Zara, then looks back at Emmit "Seems natural to me."

"And though oft condemned by myth, that curiosity brings wisdom and knowledge. Feh, there may be sadness with knowledge. A price, aye, but what dearer coin in ignorance?"

"methinks the young lady is standing up both for her gender and her own curiosity," Emmit observes, then smiles, "Zara, You'll get no argument from me there. Whole point of being a shaman or mystic is embracing Sorrow so others won't die from ignorance if need be"

Zara nods. "Precisely."

Bronte flutters, and looks out the window

Earl looks too, but doesn't see anything "Okay, not here?"

"There's no place like home" Bronte says

"Aye, we must needs get back home." A sigh. "School."

Bronte flumps her head down “I'm a misunderstood genius."
"What's misunderstood?"
"Nobody thinks I'm a genius.”
― Bill Watterson"

Earl says "Okay, first all the elf talk, and now.. wait, the library, you want to go to your library?"

"Ah, she may. A'times I think it more hers than mine.."

Bronte nods, then shakes her head

"There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
— Jane August, Northanger Abbey"

Emmit raises a brow "I thought the name as Jane Austen"

"You... miss August?"

"Darling, you can certainly visit him whenever you wish..."

"I am a bearer ,I am a messanger" She protests

"I odn't see why you are so upset..."

"Because August asked me to pass on a message that I remember him to you when he should KNOW I mostly talk in literary quotes" The little bookwyrm says, her little voice growing rough

Then the little bookwyrm gags and chokes, as if unable to make any more noise.

Earl blinks

Emmit brows

Blink...

Bronte coughs, and tries to speak again, and gives a little hoarse squeek instead.

"Oh, Darling..." She scoops up the dragon and fusses.

"Looks like she's still too young to speak straight off the cuff like that," Emmit says sympathetically, "Like a child trying to lift what a man can carry. Hurt herself a bit."

The bookwyrm tries to talk again, but it's just garbled air, not even a whisper, and she snivels

"Agnes might have something good for a sore throat or the like?" Emmit suggests

"Shh, shh, darling... let us find some Beatrix Potter and I shall get you a spot of tea..."

a nod from the little dragon, who looks tempted to try to quote again, but shushes as directed

"I shall go to Earth Runes... even though I think I have not much to say to August. He is very busy, of late."

"Our lives are much apart now."