#dreaming

But he sure doesn't menetion Bennath Wildheart.

The hold's theme park area is bustling even in winter... and Zara is grateful for the muffs.

She, of course, noses around for hidden things. 1122... well, he keeps busy.

Oh there is much to learn you shouldn't learn here..which is the best sort of things to learn.

"A new trod?" The Zeus says, "Amazing. I guess my first question is where did you start from? "

Delightful! Perhaps not truly useful, but there is pleasure in the knowing...

"The DeBuke Farmhold, Zeus , " earl says respectfully "We've recently come out of hiding ,so to speak but any holder would wnt to know the trods of trheir lands. If you'd like, I can put you in contact with my cousin, Chieftain Clementine"

"I'd like that," Zeus says "As storm here, I have to keep an eye on this... Please, tell me more about what lays between that you can remember"

While Earl gives what he can remember...within reason, 1122 learns that Zeus is quite the lothario, for a troll. It would appear no less than three women greeting him on different nights of the week.

Zara may wonder if the ladies know that one of them is Tuesday, another THursday, and the last Sunday?

Amusing, but not her circus...

Now, from another perspective is the loom! The hearth has a loom, and not just any loom, but a treasure. How interesting... it enhances fate weaving. She keeps it hidden from most.

"Thank you, Dis. That's.. not really your name is it?" Zeus raises a brow.

"Zeus is wise" Earl says simply

The holder chuckles at that, then nods, "Well, as you can see, we have many trolls, and satyrs are drawn here for obvious reasons...I'm rather proud of some of the rides.."

The conversation goes on..troll talk.

Zara pines for the treasure... and certainly inspects every inch of it. Maybe Miriam could...

Oh, with this, well, fatebending is never to be done lightly.... but this makes it so much easier.

Of course, the loom is in the hearth, that is the pooka's area, the water park. How clever, it's actually underwater....and the magic of it keeps the threads dry as you want them to be. IT does not rot, it does not waste.

Earl wonders how long he can delay before Zara loses interest in whatever she's checking out. She was here a moment ago. Surely she can't be in TOO deep?

Holding her breath, Zara is in deep... literally