#debukefarmhold

And she's off to find Agnes.

Zara slips in easily enough. Alert trolls maybe , but she is better at hiding than they are at seeking

"Well, a lot more peaceful now than they were. Colton sometimes tells me that he's concerned the thanes are going to get lazy on duty because things are so much more secure than they were."
"I don't know if you heard, though. I'm not at DarkGate anymore. I'm freeholder at Goldfinch Freehold in Rivervale Barony."

Zara hears Sylv's voice

She can also smell the echoes of a cup of tea (now finished) and her own apple cake.

ANd then Agnes answers unsure "I ... I hadn't heard" She does not sound sure, "Well, congratulations on being a holder. You earned it"

"Thanks. She's a tiny hold with a little-bitty Fire, but she's solid and we love her."

"Tiny holds need big hearts too" A smile

Zara finds a place to watch and listen, wary. But Sylvi is not a DeBuke...

Sylvi is a DeBuke, but Zara may not be aware. Regardless... "Thanks. Here..." She feeds Agnes another small bite of the cake. "I guess pestering you more about talking to your Fire won't help?"

Well, so is Zara according to Agnes.

Zara perks - Sylvi might catch the movement.

"I am not going to willowwhisper the fire and ask what it wants young lady, it can't hurti t that's for sure and ... this is my duty. "

a stuborn look as she answers the question

"I'm just saying...sometimes duty needs to be reimagined when the conditions have changed. Doesn't make it any less duty."

"Do we not have a duty to life?" A soft whisper.

Sylvi's brows furrow as she just barely catches that, and she turns to see where the whisper came from.

((Can she see where Zara is?))

Ink-black eyes set behind white hair, peering from the shadows.

A smile. "Hey, Zara."

"Sylvi. Hearth."

"I'm tired.... I.." A look, then a sad sigh, but full of affection for both girls "You two are worse than tresa"

"Hearth Agnes was just enjoying some of your apple cake. You're a really good cook."

"It is good apple cake" the old woman admits "Thank you, young lady"

"We're both menaces," Sylvi says about Agnes's earlier comment, "but we menace with love."

"It is my mother's recipe."

"Tell your mother you done her proud, and Sylvi girl you are a menance... and bales is pure glamour any how. Not just anyone can put a cantrip on em. NOw... you girls forgive me. I'm gonna nodd off for a bit. Dream of obedient younguns who don't sass their elders. That's how you know its fantasy"

But there's a fond look in her eyes , which soon close

as the Hearth falls asleep right there on the spot

Sylvi grins at the Hearth's comment, then the grin fades as she cleans up.

"....but I can whisper fires."

Zara frowns, and quietly joins Sylvi in cleaning.