#dreaming

One arm grabs at Thistle's ankle as it rises

"Gahhh!"

She dodges!

She does, and as the corpse rises after her, it gets speared in the leg to hobble it. "Got it. Should we stand and fight?'

Judging by the numbers rising up.. odds are not in their favor

"Uhhhhh.... NO!?!"

"FIne fine... did you ever get the inks out of that chromatic flame thrower? ASKING FOR A FRIEND" As they run

"I didn't bring that!"

"I know, I know, this was supposed to be a library trip!" She agrees... as undead give chase

A few call out "Stop running, all we want to do is eat your brains"

Thistle does NOT stop running, thank you!

"Rude!" One spirit calls out after her!

THen another problem arises... along with the dead

Fog, it comes out of nowhere, thick and heavy

Gwen curses "Can't see a way out anymore... "

"Oh, wait... I've an idea..."

She fumbles around her bag, to retrieve the candle.

"Whatever you're doing... stay behind me so I don't accidentally stab you with a spear"

"Yeah, yeah..."

She snaps her fingers a few times, before producing a spark to light the candle with.

Gwen says "Okay, Only NOW Does it occur to me I could probazbly clear this fog with skycraft..." The candle lights just as she conjures the wind...

and they see what's surrounded them in the fog

"For (^*%$^&(...."

"Oh shit" Gwen says

Then the candle roars...

"Persephone? Ye calling on me already? I thought our book club wasn't till..." And there she is, a celtic beauty with one side of her face lightly burned, but both eyes gleaming the passion of a creator! Poetry and smithwork, it makes no never mind to her!

And Thistle immediately feels a kinship of sorts. And yeah, she knows who it is. She was TALKING about her earlier

BIG eyes! "Brighid!"

Mayyyybe Thistle isn't all the Carpenter's...

"Aye, it's me. What's that greek gotten me into now? I..." She looks about and sees the dead spirits "Ugh. Arawn, you what rod is up your tender welsh ass THIS time? " Arawn doesn't respond, at least not yet. Brighid looks at The Nocker "You, you're one of mine... though I suspect I should put on me Catholic Jammies to keep you out of trouble with your family"

"Oh, well, whatever suits. Like any good crafter I'm flexible as long as folks leave me to my creating." The being says

"Mmph." A grunt of understanding.

The spirits say "This one belongs in our master's kennels" Pointing aT Gwen

"Persephone said this would help. My flamethrower's at home."

"And I'm not letting my friend turn into a dog!"

"I do NOT belong to them. I admired their dog, aNd.. the next thing I know he's forcing a trade on me..." Gwen says "I didn't even sign anything"

"Are ye sure you didn't, lass?" Brighid asks Gwen even as she nods aT Thistle's comment

"I'm sure. My Baron is an Ailil. ALWAYS Check the fine print" the troll declares

"Good enough for me" Brighid saYs, then turns to Thistle "Oh, you've made a flame thrower for yourself? Now that's my kind of lass. Fire is.. well it's just wonnerful in't it? Drives me a bit nuts folks think it's a MASCULINE element" A scoff "Clearly they don't know enough women of character"

SNORT. "Clearly."

"Fire is... creation, not destruction, and they don't GET that..."

"Drives me mad, it does" She agrees

Gwen says "Ah, your dietiness? Spirits.. coming to turn me into a dog?"

"Ah, trolls, so impatient when guarding is to be done.." Brighid says "Be a sec, dear." Then turns to Thistle "Aye, who better than we women to understand creation? Tell me, what's your heartcraft?"

Gwen shakes her spear warningly at the undead while the Goddess and the Nocker talk shop

I swear, techies are such a pain in the ##@ but she only thinks it

"Mostly clay, but I've been... dunno.. expanding lately?"