#earthrunes

She listens, eyebrow raised.

"Now, if one heard this story, they might wonder, if there was a sequel. You know, the kind of Volume two that is published to carry on the story... if there was, ah, anything more... to tell." A faint shrug. "But, that's why there are librarians, right? To check that?"

He raises a brow, "I think I grasp. At least a little. One moment please, I'll be right back" A look to Zara, "And very careful when I return."

"Aye. So - Carnival revels? It seems there was some measure of excitement here..."

He departs, unless detained, and returns with a brass bowl, a small jug of water, and a candle. He sits it gently at a table, and begins to work

"the universe is a bowl, and in the bowl, the source of all life..." he pours the water in, "But the source is not enough, for there must be motion, there must be heat, there must be life..." And he lights the candle

He flompfs down onto one of the cushy armchairs for extended readers, and rubs his forehead after the Sidhe steps out. And then blinks and twists to peer back at Zara, as if he had forgotten she was there. Which... might happen fairly often, in the library. "Ah, lady. Tis but a story, you know." His eyes follow the sidhe on his return, but he continues on, his voice lowered. "But, I checked out the Spark Notes, and it seems that common interpretation favors that the heroine of the tale had heartbreak, true, but bitter faded away as she saw how much she was clinging to an ideal of what she had -hoped- from her relationship, and now that she was free, as bitter as the parting was, the potential that the future held. So, aye, heartbreak... maybe not gentle, but... sometimes, mended things end up stronger, mayhaps?"

"A hair from you would help, burn it in the flame" he directs the pooka

The wax already starts to soften, to melt...

He leans over towards Zara, his head inclined. "If you would, for luck?" His eyes flashing - is he flirting?? Well, only a -little-.

"Heartbreak may be... inevitable... but.." A pause. "aye." She deftly plucks a golden hair or two.

One goes to the sidhe.

"Your help is welcome in the ceromancy, Miss Zara" He takes it, and burns it in the flame, amused by something

that heats the wax further, and he chants again "Where water and fire meet, form must flow and change, to heat and cool, the pattern no longer the samee..." Drops of wax hit the water, forming...and he raises a brow as a gemini like symbol forms, erupting from a greater glob.

"A broken heart can be a muse to, well, some of the best art out there..." And his eyes wide a bit as something happens.

It rolls, it spins, and he raises a brow, two more drops... and over one, there settles a capricorn, the other a leo. One on one side, the other counter balancing... "Two , and one, create two..."

And the wax suddenly glows then... "oh ho.."

He blows out the candle

the smoke trails up on the air...

"Who are you calling a ho?' Miss Zara is a creature of saintly virtue. " He rumbles, protectively.

"....twins?"

A narrow look at the pooka for THAT one.

He flicks her a glance, and in an undertone, "Well, it couldn't be ME. I prefer the term, 'himbo'." A sniff, amused. And then, he stops, and blinks. Nose twitch. Blink. "Wait. WHAT?"

"It's not her virtue at question," Amused glance at Vince "Not only will two children be born, twins, it is possible one or both will eventually be fae. do you know the odds of that happening? You folks weren't playing with strange magics that night were you?"

"Uh... wellllll... No?"

Oddly almost like a 'winners don't use drugs' sort of tone

"I didn't think Earth Runes would be so wild..."

He gives a weak grin. "I mean, define strange. Maybe... a little fugue here, an unorthodox bit of wayfare there, and it WAS Beltaine... I mean, theoretically."

"And there were some cookies... "

"Well, for that night, the mortal was a queen," A blink at the mention of cookies, "they didn't change your kith did you? House Eiluned has a warning out for those things."

A... snicker? Nooooo....

But Zara is hiding her mouth behind her hand.

"Well. Hrm. Ahhrmmmm! Hrrrm!" He sits up, straightening his collar. "I should think not. Even magic knows not to mess with perfection."

He runs a hand through his hair, licks his palm a few times, then runs it through again, trying to sooth the mussed locks into place. Several long moments spend with this very involved fussing, before he glances back up at the seer. "Doctor, I assume this is covered by hippo confidentiality?"

He doesn't even bother a glance Zara's way - not discounting her, but perhaps a compliment, that he needn't even ask.

"It is? Someone really should tell me the rules of this position before having me work" a sigh "Oh very well. But I think perhaps you should tell whatever other gentelman was involved that he's a co father."

"Oh, no, ah, you see." He reddens a bit. "Of course, anyone who should know, can know. I just mean. Ahem. Maybe, it was... like..." He waggles his fingers mysteriously. "Da'an, brought this knowledge, unto you. I, of course... I'm much too busy to be wondering about such things, my own self." Fiddling with his sleeve cuff a little.

"Well, worse ears to hear than a spider and the silver star... and, well, twas from a lion's tongue."

"What is there to tell?"

"Yes, well, there is that. I'll respect your privacy, Vince, because I want my own respected. And for you? it's a matter of Pride."

"Of... hmmph. I suppose, it would be." A sigh, tugging at his already straight collar, and mussing it out of place once more. "And now comes the easy part."

"Ah, Sir Taurine. If you wouldn't mind... maybe you could, draw me up a prescription, of what you saw today? For safe keeping, of course."

"If you like," A nod

Zara quietly collects the bookwyrm, setting her on her shoulder and stacking up the tiny hoard.

A look to Zara and a smile, he mouths something

"The casting of fair fortune, that is in your skill set, as well?" He finally says, looking up from his daze.

A wry smile.

"Oh yes, though I am hardly unique in that training. "

"And, for that... what cost, for a mighty whammy?" He gives his head a shake. "Is it possible, to try to direct - towards a specific desired... outcome?"

She scritches the sleeping dragon, hanging back and listening.