#earthrunes

"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong" He quotes

"Have you heard of Cole's Law?"

She smothers a laugh with her hand.

"uhm no sir."

He scratches his chin

"It's shredded cabbage in mayo." Completely straight-faced.

"I..." A stop, "it's what?"

He just lets the grin widen, slowly taking over his entire face.

"I don't like Mayo much" He finally says

"Ouch. You wound, Vince." She clasps a hand to her heart.

He grins and claps the Squire on the back. "Think on it a bit, call it a riddle. When you've figured it out, you will be a wiser man for it."

"Speaking of wisdom. I found the sage, it's just over yonder." He gestures towards the gardens that supply fresh herbs to the kitchen. "But I seem to be dry on seers. Might you point me to where they bloom?"

"August's sluagh is a soothsayer. She's been around..."

"Sir Magnus is the closest we have I think.."

"Me, I find her a bit creepy."

"Hm, I haven't met Sir Magnus. But with a name like that, I can't help but find him attractive."

"Magnus is my brother. Fiona. Now, you want chronos, he's better than anyone I've met."

"Ah, the lass with the dragon? She seemed... arhm." He pauses a moment to compose his thoughts. "Very fond of Ayn Rand. I was present during a conversation wherein she argued for the proper preservation of dozens and dozens of her novels, within the Libraries."

"Ayn Rand? In the library? Well, I guess you need some of everything... I don't know about any dragons, though."

"Chronos, perhaps. I am not incredibly versed in that art. Would that allow a glimpse into the future? Or would that be more.... soothsay-y?"

"The future tends to be the province of soothsay. Me, I only know sovereign."

"We have a dragon?"

"Either that, or an armoured bird." An amused look at Sparrow. "And that is just a preposterous idea, hm?"

"Oh, I thought of learning Sovereign myself, back in the day. But, I gave it up as a lad. Figured, I'm already -King-, after all, may as well give folk a chance."

"You well, you could learn Sovereign but it might not work as well for you as most."

She laughs. "Absolutely. How do you fly when weighed down?"

He raises a brow at Colton and stands up to his full height, hair fluffing out in a veritable mane, and his tail swishing behind him. "Do you deny that I am King? Haha! Even the Dreaming would find it difficult to do so!"

"I uhm... well , sir. " he thinks on something, "If Elvis can be the King, I guess you could too."

And he intones in a lyrical, rumbling song... "If I were King, of the Forest! No, not queen... not duke.. but KING.
Well, my regal robes of the Foooorest! Would be Satin, not cotton, not chintz. *Buffing a hand at the silk of his shirt, slightly rumpled at the moment and with a few leaves stuck to it.
"I'd command each thing, be it fish, or fowl! With a Mrroof! And a Mrrrrouuf! And a Rooooo-yal GRRRoooooowl." Flashing a glint of canines.
"And as I'd click my heel all the trees would kneel! And the mountains bow! And the bulls kowtow!" His voice rising in emphasis, and then drops low again as he murmurs, with a low bow to the Lady....

"And all the sparrows, would take wing... if I, oh, if I, were King." A purr.

A flick of her wings in acknowledgement and a soft smile. "Well done."

"uh..wow."

"Oh, I would go on, I could go on, but even I draw the line at rhyming 'lash' with 'Compash...'" He grins, and sinks back down to his lounging posture. "And that, my dear Squire, is how one uses Sovereign."

"I can honestly say it's the most unique use of it I've ever seen" He says with a bit of a bow bob

"I feel well-educated."

"As well you should. And never fear, the first lesson is free." He rubs at his chin thoughtfully. "So, the mistress of the books is the resident seer? Good to know that she is already enamoured of pooka. I wonder, how to best entice her assistance?" He rumbles softly, in thought. "I'd say a book, perhaps, but those she has aplenty. And I must admit that I know not Shakespeare from Seuss."

"I would ask August, he knows her best. Or Sir Earl, if he's around. He's a troll."

"Actually we... uhm.. don't have a Seer. Officially." A nod, "Sir Earl is her boyfriend. He paints creepy stuff."

Turning to peer at Colton. "Ah, they DO always have boyfriends, alas." A dramatic sigh. "My heart, she breaks."

She wrinkles her nose.

"No seer? Hrmmm. Is there no ad posted at the local coffee shop? I could take up the position myself, of course. Learn to roll the bones, read the tea leaves, turn the cards. But oh, it does sound like an awful lot of work." He sighs. "Maybe another day."

"Also short a bard. But you might be overqualified," Trying to get the hang of talking to the pooka

"Well, that just won't do. I'm far too tall."

"Well, a good barkeep could well be a sage...."

"It's an honorable profession"

"It is!"

"Not that I know a lot about it... I still can't legally drink. And growing up, there wasn't any in the house..."

"the Leanhaun used to let me drink all the time"

"Of course they did." Dry.

"Egads, what a childhood. Not even a glass of wine with supper?" He starts to argue, and then raises an eye at Colton. "You don't find those under every leaf you turn over. Sounds like a very educational upbringing."