#earthrunes

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"I think you should, for the reasons I just said" Bachdion informs him

"Investigate my... you said my heritage?"

"I don't remember anything. Except the family here."

"All the more reason. Maybe getting to know old you will help you come to terms with the now? "

The Sidhe can't really argue. "Perhaps."

"If nothing else, you have an advantage I wouldn't. Not only do you have Inish to ask about it, you're a Liam, and your house keeps records in details that put most other Houses to Shame."

"Yes." Dubious, something else going on...

"Spill it, my student"

A smile

"I just... I remember something. I think."

"My... Coradel. I remember her dress. The last time we... just a memory I have. Maybe."

He pulls out a sheet of paper and hands out a pencil "Write down the description or draw it whatever helps"

He does; he tries - a dress made of tea leaves yet to be read.

"Oh my dear dreaming that's brilliant."

"What?"

"The idea of reading your fortune by taking off one leaf at a time? " He says delighted

August exhales out, sighing.

"oh August, are you sure You are't the grump?"

"Nevermind, sir. I'm sorry to have taken your time. Excuse me."

He starts away/out.

"Wait, wait" He steps forward, "No need to be offended, please. I just ...sometimes it seems folks having a sex drive offends you. And I know it's more to things than that, but you don't talk, and I can't read your mind. so.. I feel frustrated in my inability to help you"

"I answer as honestly as I know how, sir." With dignity.

"Yes, Isuppose. OKay. I just think a dress made of tea leaves is both intriguing and clever. That set you to exhaling and sighing. Is it really so alien to you?"

He does not seem to really understand. "It... no. Coradel... no."

Bachdion knits his brows.

August crochets his!

DLP.

"Okay. I... don't know how to explain. " a slightly defeated shrug

August seems flattened, but he tries. "She was the Marquess. If ... if that were so, then... She had lovers and ... granted me the same based on ... on what we had, what she had." He struggles. "It is difficult, not... knowing.

"What if .. then as now.. she had rank?"

"August, the only reason you're not a baron is you're reluctant to press for it, and their graces have been at best given a 'mmm you know maybe' kind of thing? Also, she's a fair minded woman. Do you really think she wouldn't want you to have a mistress to enjoy even if there was a difference in rank?"

He seems dejected. "Oh."

"I thought... If she was the one with rank and I... were... " He shrugs. "Nevermind."

"August? Are you looking for an out?"

"No."

"I just thought.. if it were her rank and not mine... then if she wanted me to have... consorts then..." He shrugs.

"Please, August, you have a habbit of not finishing your sentences. Translate the shrug? Then what?"

He takes a deep breath, as if going for a dive. "If it were my Marquess and wife's will that I have... others... in Arcadia... it would make sense that I did. As it is... I can't understand why anyone would seek another than her."

"Ah, well, August, one can be attracted to others beyond their spouse. I think your human influences in this life are strong. That can be a great advantage in some areas, but it does have you finding some fae thinking as even more alien I suspect. "

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

A thought! Then, a shake of his head

"Nevermind, that would upset you. We'll think of something, August. I know you're frustrated and confused with we Fiona. I do hope other things are going well? "

There is a telling pause.

"Sir. Bachdion. I want to... to understand. And more. I have to ... incorporate what I have studied with what ... is."

"Please help me."

"I'm trying lad, but not sure of the best way to do it without offending you . "

"Please, just... tell me."

"August, first we need to know a bit more on who you were a Margrave if you were.. .I think that will help. Frankly? the idea I just had, and then dismissed, was to find a way to get your mortal parents swinging. If they do it, you might give yourself permission for a mistress, you see?" He offers

"Ah, am I making any sense?"