#earthrunes

“That’s not a very helpful descriptor. Every lady is lovely, in her own way.” His eyes glint, merry and golden.

"Oh yes... she does delight in her oak. Tis amusing... I've thought of getting a poster with a lioness dangling from an Oak with a 'hang in there'... he gives her no end of worry somedays."

He whisks his tail over to delicately brush away a dusty fingerprint on one of the books he was looking at, before handing over to Shalimar. “They do complement each other well. Though, might not be a bad idea if our Oak could try to emulate a Willow, a bit more. I’m sure she’d love the flexibility.”

"Oh, I've met some beauties that one you got through the shining center, well, it was the pitts. " A sigh, "Cruelty is such a come hither " wry, then fond "Sparrow and Coradel ? those two ladies are rainbows thorugh and through...though the daughter hides behind more clouds."

"As for August as a willow? Nay, he's more Giles and Buffy ... "

"A good fellow, but next tuesday you just know he'll have gotten himself and others on a face against demons he found."

“She promised to paint me, you know. I do hope it washes out, though.” A faux pat at his hair in vanity. “She isn’t quite how I remembered her, a cub sprawling through the grasses and chasing her own tail feathers. She has others after her tail feathers these days, if Carnival is any indicator.” Musing. “Though she might bridle to hear it, I still see her as all little paws and fluff. No offense intended. Is she also a knight? Those abound around these parts.”

(In reference to the daughter)

(Lost a bit, adjusted)

"Ah! You've not heard. Our Chancellior is side to side, if we open up the titles wide. Baroness one, and Baroness two, Seussian through and threw. For the north going Fiona, and the South Going Liam, are both ladies who fuss at problems between em. The Oakette is mighty and stuborn strong, but if a storm passes right past her she feels she's been a tree wrong. The lioness wants to be more than a statue on display, but panicks when either oak's leaves wilt away. Add to that, Magnus, a Sir he is truly, and you have a family quite funny in their ruley. Each branch of truth clatters against the others, trying to play a odd sort of game. One's sad sometime, one's mad at any crime, and more than one worries they'vve been tamed. Silly folks sidhe, if your'e asking me. Pooka have to handle such dear noblity."

He leans his chin on his hand, gazing at Shalimar admiringly. “Is this how other kith feel talking to us? You’ve got me chasing my tail and I’ve even had my first cup of coffee.”

A soft, slow clapping of hands, applause, as she paces into the library. "Such interesting verses I hear when wandering the halls."

"Chasing your tail? I just look for Bachdion's hand and I find ..." *A turn and bow, most of the books of Rand on the floor and many of the books now replaced for the good stuff. Not all the latter though

She blinks at the mess of books on the floor. "Hmm...I am such a 'silly sidhe' it seems, I did not know the floor was an appropriate place to store books in a library."

He laughs, said tail swishing lightly, no embarrassment shown at the prod. He perks up as he hears Cora’s voice, sinking to a knee in greeting as though he awaits a knighthood. “Lady Lioness, a pleasure. These are being set aside to deliver to our Lord’s convalescent chamber today.”

"Those aren't books, those are Objectivism Religous pamphlets"

“A little light reading as he recovers.”

"Oh, give him more credit than that, gentlemen. He's well recovered...mostly. Probably around doing schoolwork in one of the quieter areas of the manor. I'd thought that might be here, but...." She shrugs, and picks up a Rand. "Objectivism?"

"Yes, I read it and I object," The skunk bangs a hand against wood like a gavel. Possibly making any with sensitive ears wince

“Oh?” His nose wrinkles in concern. “When he missed our lesson scheduled for after Mass today, I thought he must still be ill.”

Indeed, she does.

"Is that the drinking lesson, Whiskers? I think you'd better not count on him to be a very apt student in that subject for a while. He was bested by a bottle of red and a bottle of white. Or three."

He slides across the floor to lean his head against Coradel’s thigh, a familiar brush of furry mane across her hand. He murmurs up at her, eyes serious for once. “Do I bother him so?”

Shalimar sighs and works on the book restoring

She glances to Shalimar, then runs her fingers through Vince's mane, scritching behind his ears. "Truthfully? Yes and no. Be patient with him, Whiskers. His life has changed so much, so quickly, and he really is trying to...to be what others want him to be while still holding onto what makes him, him. And I do love him."

Shalimar looks at Coradel fondly, "Well, yes, he's left good reviews of you in the 'no girls allowed' smoking room so you must not be terrible to him"

She wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue at Shalimar, then winks at him.

“Aye.” He rumbles simply, and fluidly stretches back to his feet. “As all cats do know, we must have endless patience with humankind.” Though, a touch of sadness. “Do you think he would help me find some reference materials, were I to ask?” Her eyes tracing over the stacks of books left to re-shelve.

"Oh...certainly." She nods slowly, watching his expression. "May I ask the subject, or should I guess at it?"

He pauses, then an amused smile curls his lips. “Oh, please do! There is a prize, if you are right.”

"Oh wait, what am I doing" Shalimar sighs. "Forgot I was all powerful."

"Let me see..." she grins. "Arcadian families, then and now?"

the pooka begins to hip shake, "Uptown, Skunk you up, Uptown skunk you up..." And the books start to float

Then she glances over to the Skunk pooka. "What's the... oh!" as the books float up.

He blinks at Shalimar. “Take care, friend Polecat. I have heard stories of unexpected consequences, should the wrong liquors combine. I should imagine so as well, with Magics, if any of these tomes have a sparkle of their own life.”

"Wait...those are..." Her breath catches. "Shalimar, some of those are the Baron's special collection. Why are they...why aren't they where they belong?"

Her voice tense.

He holds a hand up to Coradel, three fingers raised, and tucks one away, leaving two. “Alas, not so. What is my prize, should you fail?” He purrs, is though his attention is on the books floating by. His tail swishes as they move past like so many flitting birds...

"These books, some are old, Mark Twain, his wit is gold. This one is for classic books, love their smell, love their looks, Straight master pieces..."

"Shalimar...please....be careful."

At an alarming rate, the books fly around, amost crashing into each other at increasing speeds

Besides Zara, a small bookwyrm breathes faster, worried.

"SHALIMAR!" Definitely angry sidhe.

A hiss from the shadows!

the books snap into positions and are where they should be! All of them. The skunk looks back, "you roared your flammableness?" A bow

then Shalimar grins! "Praise Pooka Jesus, I can see!"

She looks around at the books, and strides through the library to look at the special section. It's not like she knows where things should be, but as long as things look orderly....

His ears press back and his eyes flick up and down the shelves, obviously a bit unnerved. He lightly pulls one of the books out, running a hand over the pages, then slides it back into place. “You toy lightly with something someone finds precious, friend stripetail.” He murmurs.

"Well, sure, when you put it That way..." mutter

She comes back to where the skunk pooka is standing. "Shalimar, I...I know how much the Baron meant to you, and so I trust that you would never hurt his prized collection." She is clearly controlling her temper. "But whatever this was, it was careless and...upsetting."