#debukefarmhold

"WHy do I smell corn?" A sniff and look around "Oh"

"Indeed. And feel the fire that warms the rows - even from this far out."

"Come." And Zara is on the move again.

"Shit, this is powerful hold.." SHe moves after

"Can we help you?" A cautious voice as a DeBuke Kinian on guard holds a spear, having heard the nocker but not Zara

"We seek the Midriff. I will vouch for Miss Kenzi."

"Please don't call our chieftain that, Miss Zara" the kinain, a wilder, winces "But yes, go on. Welcome to the farm, Miss Kenzi"

"I rather like her when she's in the spirit, myself."

THe kinian keeps his mouth shut. Troll stoicism is in his blood if not his soul

Zara leads the way.

"Been meaning to ask, did you two get free wardrobe additions too?" The Nocker asks as they move forward

"Aye. A hat."

"NICE.. I... uhm.. is that a freaking mountain lion?"

Through the field, holding still, is , yes, a mountain lion.. minus the mountain.. so cougar or Puma might do better

Zara extends a touch of kenning. Clementine enjoys different forms, after all.

Oh, yes, it's her. Stalking them, beyond the glamour, there's also a touch of humor in the eyes

Sigh.

"We are not prey, Miss Clementine."

"I will furking burn wiskers off.. just what i'm saying here" But Kenzi does back up

the puma's features blur and shift to reveal a tall blonde woman with fantastic abs on display. "Folks tell me to lighten up, but when I try to have a little fun.."

"Have I condemned thee, friend? No."

"No suppose..." Clem's eyes focus on Kenzi "Well shit.. it's her.. "

"Yeah, Field right?" Kenzi says

and then, a wave of memories hits the three of them, all they pieced before, coming back, with more on top of it

Poor Kenzi passes out... Clem staggers... but holds...

Zara's curious nature and perhaps her training work with her will to help her hold steady as the onslaught of memories.. whole conversations... She summoned the River to isolate the land the Field up raised. The Fire..the fire was green ? of sorts...

Dancing around the flame, feet splashing in the water, stomping into the earth... a haven born

Zara holds, taking it in

A haven for whom?

Witches! She's... there's a ground in the near Dreaming for Witches!

"Hunh."

A place for women of great magical power, and those hoping to be it. No less real than Thyle. An old place salvaged... it's... in there, a pocket kingdom some would call it but no king rules.

Her dark eyes glimmer, and grey lips quirk in a small smile.

"I remember.. " CLem ssays "I dug my fingers into the land ... no into the drreaming and made land.. the river was a barrier.. the fire the energy the fuel... stability and..."

"Zara, did that old woman use us to make a summer home?" She asks

Kenzi rubs her head waking up

"Nay. But a home, of sorts."

"That's got to be a way to get there," Kenzi mutters "Got to be a furking way or there would be no point to.. where are our keys?"

"Well, there are the hats."

"YOu're kidding" Clem blinks "Those silly hats are the keys?"

Kenzi ponders "It . actually might make sense."

"Oh, mine is a lovely hat..."

"Yes, Zara, but I never claimed to be a witch.. why did I get dragged in this?" Ironically with her primal side out, her limbs and midriff bare, Clem looks like a feral witch indeed

"Well, one needn't claim something to be it."

"Deal with it, Field, " the nocker agrees, "You practice old ways here I see. You claim a connection to the Earth. Wouldn't be surprised if you cackled. RIver is clearly a book witch, you're more of a blood and soil type ,and me? Furk, I dabble with anything that burns or bubbles. We fit her needs. Heck, we may have been the ONLY Ones who fit her needs."

"You know, it's Chieftain Clem here" Clem mmphs, "Worked hard for that. NOw... what next? We just let Baba Yaga yank us ar-"

"Don't say the NAME" Kenzi yowls

She touches her nose and points at Kenzi.

"Gah!" Clem says "We got wards here. They'll hold her back right?"

Zara shrugs. "One can hope."