#earthrunes

And Behold, Earth Runes, where fire haired Coradel rules alone with a heavy brow. Of course, that's because a kitten is on top of her head, Isis managed to land on it as she risked jumping from a tree- thank goodness she's in cat form eh?

"row?" Balancing

"Oh!" Momentary surprise, then she laughs, careful not to jostle the feline. "Well...I could have sworn I just got pounced. I wonder by whom." She turns carefully. "Nobody behind me. Nope, nobody on that side either. I wonder where they went!"

A pleased feline sound above- someone knows she's so clever

"Oh! I heard something....." Very slowly she reaches up with both hands, exaggerated finger wiggling.

Well, she tries to ignore that but... oh too tempting... claws in, swat swat swat....oh dear. Looks like kittens need four paws to hold on properly. She starts to fall. Coradel might want to catch her before the girl uses those claws to find purchase in the sidhe's head

Swoop! Isis goes suddenly from top-of-the-world to cradled-in-arms. "Well! Hello! Are you the fierce predator that hunted me?"

She goes from slightly panicked to adorable in record time, litte play swipes now- again no claws, but if Coradel does lower down where she could be swatted, she instead gets her nose pushed by a paw.

Oh, first the wiggly fingers trade gentle swats with the softpaws, and then she does get close enough to be "doot"ed. A silvery laugh, and then she asks, "Would you like to be set down?"

A nod

Of course, this is a pooka.

Hmmmm.... "Well...how about a shoulder, then?" She carefully maneuvers Isis up next to her left ear and settles her there. "You can stay there as long as you like."

She settles.Foot steps approach.

Coradel looks around to see if perhaps Enri is somewhere close by his sister.

Enri is, but he's not alone, Dubh the Grey, one of Sparrow's five, is with him. The grown sidhe moves quieter than the pooka lad. When he sees the Baroness, Dubh bows. Enri does like wise, and then quickly hugs Coradel

Coradel gives a careful nod in response to their bows, trying not to dislodge her passenger, and she returns Enri's hug with equal care. "I thought you might be around, young man." Then a smile at the sidhe. "How are you today, Sir Dubh?"

"Exciting as it turns out, young Master Enri sent me a message. I am confused, and hoped to talk to Stewrd Delores about it. I did'n't mean to trouble you, Baroness."

"Oh?" A curious look down at Enri. "Perhaps I can help. Something's wrong, Enri?"

"no ma'am, I am a five star messanger service," Very much not wanting to be seen as a screw up

"What can you tell me?" she coaxes.

"There's a royal summons of all those without ring tones, they're to be kenneled and given new homes" Enri says

"He handed me this letter, but wont' say who the source is, if you'd like to look at it?"

That from Dubh

Perplexed, and still careful about Isis on her shoulder, she reaches for the letter. "Thank you." She looks over the envelope a moment before opening it.

It looks very fancy, very official And is adressed to Sir Dubh the Grey

"But...but Sir Dubh, this is for you." She offers it back as soon as she sees his name.

"I already opened it. PLease, you have my leave."

Slightly puzzled, she looks at it once again and reads.

To Sir Dubh the Grey the letter goes, You have been found to be guilty of bachelorhood and are suspected of leading a solitary lifestyle. Despite opportunities such as Valentine's Day, Beltaine, and High Summer Eve, you have lass , fellow or other on your arm. This will not do. Your singleness will be used for the good of all, and you are to be auctioned off for a day. Please show yourself promptly at (date included) morning in the grand gala room of the Earth Runes hold dressed in your most appealing outfit or look. Monetary Proceeds will go to various charities, dross will go to the coffers of Earth runes to better serve the populace. This messenger acts as witness that you received this edict.

Coradel blinks at it, and then puts her fingers to her lips...it might be a pensive gesture, but it also hides the hint of a smile. "Interesting. I wasn't aware we are having an auction...though it does seem to be for good causes." A bemused look to Dubh. "Aside from wishing to know the source, how do you feel about this particular invitation?"

"Confused" He admits. "I thought perhaps this young lad was pranking me, but the writing, the style, all seem a bit too adult for that. "

"True. Enri's style tends more towards crayon, marker, and pencil at this point." A smile to the boy. "Well, Sir, do you find the idea of being auctioned off offensive? I can make sure that you aren't subjected to any truly harmful treatment."

"I.... if you truly think it would be helpful to the hold? I admit, waiting for my saining has been vexing. I'm hardly allowed to get into any battles, and feel quite useless. I suppose a day in the company of someone for a good cause, unless my baroness objects, .pardon, I mean your regent, would be tolerable"

Coradel smiles. "I remember being fostered, and how frustrating it often is." She doesn't mention her abbreviated fosterage. "And certainly I wouldn't suggest doing anything that Deryn disapproves of. But if you're willing...I think you have a potential date." Another look at the letter. "I have my suspicions about the source.... but do you mind if I inquire of the letter itself?"

"It is your hold, Baroness, I wouldn't presume to mind, but even if I did, I wouldn't be offended. " He sys

Footsteps and talking from another source, "So this isn't typical?" Almandine's voice ...//"No," An older voice,Sir Sergeis "it certainly wasn't in the old days"

Coradel's about to cast a cantrip when the others approach, and she turns to them curiously.

Both bow, but then the Seer says "Your Ladyship, we.." then his eyes fall on the envelope "Ah, I see you've already found out. Apparently we're being auctioned off?"

Oh, the smile is irrepressible now. "I can assure you it was not my idea for an event, but I can't say I disapprove. I wonder if any others received these letters."

"Do we know who sent them?" the Eiluned is, of course, curious.

"And ifi t's Shalimar, may I hunt him?" Sir Sergei says with an absolutely straight face

"I was just about to inquire, but I can't promise I'll share the source."

"Especially if harm might come to him or her!"

Sergei mmms

That said, she very purposefully licks the tip of her index finger, and lightly traces the pattern of the letters in the salutation, bunking to Willow Whisper.

She moves a bit away from the others and murmurs, "Who penned you?"

"More than one mind, did devise, this little bit of penning. A joker, a wildcard, and someone whose freedom soon is ending"

She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head in amusement. "How many of your fellows were created and delivered?"

"A glance of siblings is all I saw, so I really couldn't say. But at least three or four? I was locked up fast and zipped away- so maybe there are more?"

She glances at the three men nearby, then murmurs finally, "Are you in any way Glamoured to affect the recipients directly?"