#earthrunes

“Everything want to be loved." Bronte says sadly

"And you are. I am so happy to have you in my life. I hope you are happy."

Bronte nuzzles her, “I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”

"I shall watch her."

A nod. And Bronte curls about her neck so her mammal can scry and have tea

Indeed - Zara takes the pooka's cup to peer into.

Good think there is some of her saliva in it. The cup, while lovely, is new and probably doesn't have much attachment. Indeed, the entire set is new.

But tea is a powerful fortune telling tool in its own right, and this tea was prepared by her hands, drunk by her lips...

Yes. Too bad it's got such an odd after taste.

does not taste as good as it should.

Another frown.

"Tea that I hold, answer me, in truth, unfold..."

"What is that sour taste on my tongue?" A willow whisper.

"in for a penny, in for a pot. Use your eyes and it shall be sought"

Zara looks inside the pot.

A key? Copper ish, that would explain the taste.

It does. She turns the key over in her hands, inspecting it.

Smooth, relatively unremarkable, not a skeleton, it goes to a specific lock, but there is no sign on what or where. At this time.

She presses the key to her forehead and closes her eyes, humming a soft note. An omen.

And she can return to scrying

She gazes into the tea, following the moth's journey...

A soft hiss, full of hatred.