#dreaming

"No."

"No, no, no, not even, mishegas.."

Earl says "What ? What's wrong?"

"I am not carrying it out that way!"

" I'm missing something" earl says , shifting to troll mode where you say the open and obviosu

"...how?" The cloud says in her lungs, she spews it out of course, for now

"We will find a way to free the soul, aye."

"But."

Earl is in danger of breathing it in too...

Not that he has as much reason to worry directly

"But?" He asks "I'm sorry, it's like you thought of something, then went 'world of no'?" Earl is perceptive

"Earl, how do fae souls enter the world?"

"Well, Arcadians take a mortal body... changelings, of course, go the changeling wway where they..." His eyes widen

and he crouches dropping out of the cloud with her and spitting out.

To add to this, he lightly pats Zara's back as if clearing her

The Cloud looks vaguely offended

Huff!

Earl blushes "Not that I don't.. you know, one day sometimes wonder if.. but.. not now" PURPLE blush

"Not now!"

The cloud rumbles agittated as if to say 'then what?'

"Okay, cloud is devouoring him or her.. " earl mutters "So we have to do something"

"But we sure aint' breathing him in" A mutter

"I know not... if I could... " She frowns.

He ponders, "Would ..any of your arts help her or him break free?"

"I am trying to think.... were I better with Names, perhaps... "

"Nick name the soul? Is that dangerous or.. Mm"

"If I could find the soul's Name, it could assert itself."

"I have no idea how to do that" He says "Unless.." A pause "Zara, get out your tea kettle"

"...My kettle?"

"Yes, to catch the tempest..er cloud in"

She squirms, twistign around to check Earl's pack basket.

He's crouched, easy to get to

"I see the thought. It might work!" She takes out the silver kettle.

And whe nshe does, Earl gestures... and using wayfare, fliccker flashes the cloud within "Close it quicklky love"

She caps it!

And it's sealed. It is a good tea kettle, perfectl for making sure things stay as they should.

"We show this to Emmit when we get back, and you get to watch him work," Earl suggests

"Aye... I suspect the Name will help."

"if my uncle wants to breath him or her in, that's his business" earl says with and that's as close as I'm getting tone

"Feh"

"You okay?" Earl asks, " i see now why you had a bit of a scare"

"I shall be."

"Good." he mutters, perhaps forgetting for a rare moment she hears everything "I can't picture that with anyone but you, but we.are.way.too.young"

"MUCH." Vehemently.

A blush and nod and they move on.. they have come here, after all, to see where the trod leads

Indeed - onward!

(Climatic next chapter awaits pause!)