#earthrunes

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August is scribe of Earth Runes, a job that actually leaves him a lot of leisure time , or would if he didn't take on other duties and his academics. Coradel issues few proclamations that require writing, and zara has the library well end hand though she has been absent on and off a lot more.

So it is perhaps with some surprise when Delores knocks on his door

The Scribe of EarthRunes makes little complaint, as his personal life requires more of him than ever!

August answers in person. "Hello? Oh, Delores. How can I help?"

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"Sir August" The Steward says with a bit of a head bob "It's about Yule, and your wife, the baroness. Do you remember the day she was sained?"

A flash of a warm smile, that tempers somewhat. "Of course."

"Yule" A nod "So, in a way, it's like having a birthday on Christmas. I was wondering if you would help me organize a surprise party for her saining, but of course, not on Yule itself. "

"I'd love to! I've been thinking about it, actually."

"You have?" Surprised "Any ideas you want to incorporate? I myself was thinking 'surprise' of course, but I haven't a theme or anything"

"I'm sure she'd love a surprise. You know, I could ask. Maybe Wednesday night?"

"You want to ask wednesday night or have the party that soon?" She says making sure

"Oh, I meant ask her what she'd like." He clarifies.

"Thank goodness, Wednessay would be a rush... but how are you going to ask without ruining the surprise?" The boggan says "You're a fine fellow but ... you never struck me as sneaky, sir"

"I'm... not very good at it, no." Sheepishly. "But... well, I thought it would come kind of naturally.... past Samhain now and I was going to ask her about Thanksgiving and that lead to Christmas and Yule and I need -some- time to shop and all.....?" He tests the idea out.

"Well, if you think you can pull it off" A bit worried it might slip, "I do have my hands full with other matters."

"I have the party to plan, inventory to supply for the chiildlings field trip, have to patch things up between Claire an Magnus, need to see to the Seer's ill mood... and hire a new dress maker for the ladies at the court"

"Claire and Magnus?? What's happened? They left on Samhain, to another party?"

Then he blinks. "What's wrong with Sir Almandine?"

"How do you folks miss... "Then she recovers "You haven't noticed the change in the rings? They eloped, sir."

"And I"m not sure what's eating Sir Almandine. He's in a foul mood, and being tight lipped about it. Eiluned" A sigh "You sidhe should come with a guide book that takes houses into account so we boggans can streamline damage control"

August's mouth dropped open. "I haven't seen them since before Samhain! They -what-?!?! Coradel said they left early but...."

"They eloped. Vegas? Ring changes? " As if wondering how this man can't grasp such a a simple puzzle "WIld nupitals for awhile, then bridal regret?"

"At least I suspect that's what has the young couple sulky. Newlyweds think everything gets so much easier after marriage"

"Ha!" Says the married man ruefully. "Should I go talk to them? Magnus, anyway? Wait, have you told Coradel?"

"I haven't told Coradel, or you, you both seem busy, and this is a matter of matchmending, much like match making... are you sure you want to put your head in that hornet nest, sir?"

"Well...." Common sense seems to be taking hold. "... just, you know.... we both care, Coradel and I. We... we have to."

At that she smiles fondly "I know you do, Sir August. You and I might sometimes disagree, but you have never shown anything but support for Magnus and Sparrow. If you want to talk to Magnus before I do then by all means, perhaps I'll focus on Dame Claire, or speak to the Seer."

He thinks about it and says, slowly, "I... ah, I should probably wait, huh? Ah..... and if Coradel finds out she's not going to want to wait, I think."

"Well sir, I'll handle that then, but keep you posted?"

He thinks, and shrugs. "If you feel the need. I mean... it's really Magnus and Claire's life, isn't it?"

She raises a brow, "Sir, are you proposing that life just ..happens? That things tend to themselves?"

"I meant that it's their life." Blankly. "They, ah, I mean, I care but... they have to figure it out for themselves. That's the way it works."

'Oh, no, it certainly doesn't, " A shake of her head "No things don't just handle themselves around here, not even people most times. It's what we boggans DO sir. We tend, we mend, we arrange. Lords and ladies do their dance, but who gets them on the floor? Boggans. Couples find themselves on the old bench where they first kiss and rekindle their love? but who makes sure that they'r shooed that way under pretense of vacuuming inside? BOGGANS. Well a lass feeling lonely sighs wistfully, who makes sure the right lad comes upon the scene? Boggans. Sidhe are the stars mayhaps, but we set the stage for them to do it on. Satyrs maybe the chorus? But who gathers the audience? Boggans. Nockers may craft wonders, but who uses those wonders to show common ground? Boggans? And trolls may guard and pookas delight, but if you want arrangements done, and you want them done right? Who do you turn to?"

"Boggans" A firm nod

August blinks. "Ah."

"You think about it, sir. Hasn't it struck you as odd how many times you've happened to run into Coradel or Leonora in the past?" A raised brow "So many hallways and yet you stumble? Could it be because a tapestry beating was blocking a usual path? Or sweeping was going on to redirect?"

"Nnn.... no?" He seems uncertain and even confused.

"Then w'ere doing it right" a smile

"Ah. Well. I know that, ah, having your... ah, helping you with something for Coradel's Sainday would be, ah, I'd like that."

"Thank you, Sir. I am glad we're on the same page" A smile "And I'll keep you posted on Your son and his wife"

"Y... yes. Thank you." He clears his throat. "Is there, ah, anything else I can do?"

"Well, try to learn what Coradel wants for gifts in general? She'll think it's for yule but we can double up for her party"

He nods, patting his pockets briefly for a ... yes, here, pad and pen. He notes it.

"Oh, and your scribe duties may come into play. Invites for others to the party ,given to everyone BUT Coradel, naturally? Could you make something stylish yet festive?"

A quick, broad grin. "You bet!"

"Good, I do envy your gifts there," And she means it "Is there anything you need from me, sir?"

"No! No, but thank you for coming by." Sincerely, as well.

She inclines her head again, and with draws, perhaps to make sure everyone ends up with who they're supposed to. Surely she was exaggerating? Though... if one things about how, in this sizable enough hold how sometimes folks run into each other ...as if by magic..... no, that's crazy.