#dreaming

It would be rude to tear into the fish, the searing hot flesh...

"Or so I am told" A sigh

"Her Oath binds."

"As does Sir Earl's" The sidhe says the word 'sir' with an ease that surprises her, now that her memory is intact.

She nods, distracted. Well near licking her lips at the flesh.

"What season shall we dine upon?" He asks

Lady Aganthe seems less sure about shifting from her Summer Court. She is still, it seems, very DeBukey

"We have been Summer, Fall, and Winter..."

"AH yes... Spring"

And what a twist from the summer she was feeling... Summer's more carefree sister in some ways

"Ah! May we eat? I am famished."

"Dig in," Lady Agenthe says, slipping into the seat of their host

she laughs "I hope you like it"

Zara reaches for the fish, and it is only a moment before she tears into it with nails and teeth.

there seems to be a zest to this... something the Seelie code sparks at, but 'outgrew' a bit.

And how how wonderful it is to bite on fish and pull back the bones exposed

She makes content little noises.

Her gargoyle bites into the side of boar

There is chatter - praise for the meal, for the library, for the hospitality...

Oh she loves it all, and Lord Exile says "Ah yes, the library, it entertained me for a few years....then I let it be for decades hoping it would be of interest again. Sometimes" he says "it works."

The gargoyle's leers are there again, but with hardly any shame as if he might take her for desert.

"Yes, that is why you must needs draw Eshu here. They always have new stories..."

"Few Eshu can reach me" he confesses "And I ..tend to turn them into something lost anywway. It is in my nature"

"Are some here former eshu?"

"You poor man" Lady Agnethe says to him

"No I fear not.. The last one faded moved out"

"Faded?"

"There are things that would drain the glamour from evne fae in the dreaming." He explains "Hungry spots so desperate that even the Dreaming doesn't quite feed them..."

"Dangerous..."

"I do not tolerate them" he says

"No, life is sacred..." She says it, then has an odd expression.

And for the first time, Zara feels a pull to murder is in her.. they would deserve it, right? And yet

Zara the sluagh delights in the trappings of death - in murder pottery and horror novels and ghosts and graveyards...

But Zara the sluagh has never once slain another.

"Something troubles you?" Lord Exile asks

At this Earl stops, his playful spring desires don't stop him from being an attentive and empathic love

"Death is anathema."

"But you are Ruslka" He says as if he cannot imagine it otherwise "The punisher of those who defile maiden or waters. "

"Aye..." A conflicted frown.

"Would you rather be a Killamous?" he asks not unkindly.

A killamouslooks at Zara and shakes her head

"No..."

Earl looks at Zara and squeezes her hand

"I could be a rusalka who does not slay..."

"If anyone could, she could " Earl says BELIEVING it

"Your sisters might withdraw from you in time" Exile says

Zara realizes now, she is gregarious to most sluagh, and too life loving among Rusalka. She'll make friends among them, but each kith will find something 'off' about her

"I... I am always an odd fit..."

THe Gargoyle kisses her hand

"You're a fine young woman," Lady Agnethe says "And for every bit of trouble you bring, you bring ten fold joy to those dear to me"