#dreaming

"You may join the others in the underbelly if you like.. you see those pools connect "

"Those without come inside?" A little sparkle.

"Of course, I am exiled, they however are free , why would I punish them for my sorrow?"

"You're not unkind, my lord" Agenthe is so far from who and what she was. A sidhe, a wilder, and now of the Autumn

"Aye, a kindness. I would see them, yes."

"And, you, Earl?" Exile asks

"I suppose... if you don't mind, I could paint your place? I do not know if it will remain or..."

The Lord waves off any hesitation "An artist? Most welcome. And you? " he looks at the Sidhe lady "Would you escort me on a tour?"

"Yes," the lady says taking his arm

Earl the gargoyle watches this with alarm but before he can speak, Lord Exile says "In the west hall upper floor you'll find windows and a canvas."

Zara leans to give Earl a kiss.

And she does... she's tempted to nip his lip, now that she can. And he returns the kiss, a bit less trolish and a bit more.. well, demonic is not the word no matter the legend.

She runs her hands down his chest. "I would see this pool..."

"Yes, my love..." And he guides her down into the below "But I fear we're losing Agnethe... " Not really thinking how he might be losing himself "May I paint you and they?" Alreadyh his mind slips a bit .. if a sidhe wilder goes a flirting with the lord of the manor, is that not normal?

"Mind the banks, they would drown thee."

"You have dibs upon me" He says

"I do."

With autumn over the land and souls, when they come to the underbelly, she sees some of her ssisters she notes they are showing their more frightening aspects, one moment slippery maidens, and then every now and then, the flash of the hag they can become...

"Hello, Sister. Your gargoyle can hear us now I think" One says half out of the water "And you , you know us well"

Zara skirts close to the water. "I know... I... I am uncertain what I know. I should be doing something."

She crouches low, extending a webbed hand to touch the water.

Oh the urge, to swim, to watch from the waters... then to let them see as much as you want, to lure them... then ... to bring them to ecstasy, doom, or both... depending on her mood

She closes her eyes, reveling in the urge. Is it not right, to do so?

It certainly feels proper

Zara wavers. She could.. well, Agnethe is busy...

She is still a witch, if she is unsure, she could perhaps cause to read the daa'an, not her own but..

She slips off her shoes, to sit on the bank and let the water lap at her toes.

Oh even her toes are webbed

She wiggles them, delighted.

And soon she slips in, to hunt with her sisters... and yet.. some part of her, the part that is always zara no matter the kith, holds onto something... her curiosity, her refusal to bow in submission. SHe will talk to her new kithsisters, and learn the secrets here if she wants ...

And oh, she wants... the water is so much friendlier than the air, the darkness holds secrets...

And, like before - Earl can see Zara's pale form slide into the water, clad in nothing else.

And he paints, seeing in the dark

And Zara focuses... Gather What feeds you...

Ah, knowledge

Zara twines with her sisters, hearing their stories...

"Like you the black water, sister?" one says

"I do, aye. The shadows have always been a refuge."

"Oh and a hunting ground..." Another says "Men want what they see, but they want even more what they imagine they see. give them all, they want less, give them a gliimps, oh they dive in"

"I think a lair is what it is for me, my treasures are in the black depths. MY things"

another says that

"Aye... the power of mystery, of secrets..."

"Oh yes, some of us like those better than even the frothing of prey"

"I have places to hide things, many things... I keep them not all in one place, so none may stumble upon all that is mine..."

"Oh you may find it harder here... we sometimes must swat away our kith sisters... but usually we respect each other's nooks. The Exile is not interested in what we have in goods and trinkets. Of course, his are the most secrets of all"

"Aye? Tell me of him.."

"Some say he is a sidhe cast out of Arcadia... others say he is one of the first souls stolen by the sidhe who has grown in power after he dared to enter Arcadia proper with the magics he learned wandering the Dreaming... " She sings it almost...

"Still others say he was not of the Tuatha's get at all, but rather than stay loyal to the Fell he betrayed them to the sidhe ... but for his act, and the Tuatha declared the Fomorian could not kill him... but they were not forbidden from exiling him. He is not banned from Arcadia, but rather the fell Empires.. and now he is pinned here. In rebellion, he tries to save what is lost. Rusalka, Killimous, Gargoyles and more."

"And he is kind?"

Other sisters sing, melancholy and sweet, of hunger, and sorrow... for it is Autumn, and one must harvest and enjoy, but cannot ignore the cost