#earthrunes

Leonora watches the hands

Palms up, a little up-down wave.

"We'll keep an..eye o nhim to see if it needs to be that long?" Leonora says

guesses really

She tosses up her hands and nods.

"Oh good. Can I have him rest at my room or should he stay here?"

The frustrations of pooka communication go both ways.

"The penthouse." She nods.

Leonora hands five hundred dollars out of her left boot to the nocker "Make her something nice." And then picks up THistlesnort, cone and all, and carries him off.

The nocker looks at the Pooka "Mind if I look around your stuff to guess your style? I get the feeling asking questions is going to be a guessing game on both parts and you got enuff of that"

"Welcome to Sick Bay?" A grin with too many teeth. Emma's room has been well decorated - lots of color and potted plants.

He notes the colors and approves, then "Yeah... touch of cajun color... lots of life."

"Ooo..." She snags a photoframe to show him.

He looks it over

The picture inside shows a house up on stilts, with a small gaggle of toddlers-through-teens, a grandma in a rocker, and, presumably, one married couple in the middle all gathered on the porch.

Cajuns.

That is totally Emma second from the right, even without the ears.

"Wow, you been den the ole blud" he mutters impressed as if watching folks in a palace instead of some ramshackle "Sidhe think they know Arcadia." A sniff then a nod and he takes out a sliver of glass, and holds it up to the picture, and it copies it!

"I'll have your compact soon and proper,ma'am" Seeming oddly respectful for all his earlier hagglin.

A sigh and a nod. "Oui."

He nods "I miss the bayou too" he sighs "Misssouri just ain't the same"

"So boggy. The swamps of home have nothing on it..."

"It's the rich stew of life" he smiles

needle teeth a shining

She smiles back - her own teeth similarly sharp.

"Ma'am. I'll be back in two days... you'll get quality" he takes off his hat, nods to her, and leaves her be.

ALas, the pooka must wonder if ANYONE kenned what she kenned

Her nose twitches... and when the nocker is gone, a grey-coated possum goes sniffing after those seven streams...

And so it seems she must search

Her keen senses are not just for cuteness.. NO. Oppossum have ehanced senses... enhanced sense of smell, enhanced sense of hearing, advanced sense of humor...

The BEST sense of humor...

She bumbles along, with a rolly-polly gait.

And gasp... she sees it...err.. Her! It's.. her... the sexy version of her, pure chimera, swaying her hips, swinging her tail in one hand like it was a sash, with a come hither walk.

Clearly there are differences folks would notice.. .the ah.. pin up curves will probably get noticed.

She tilts her head, ears up.

A nip at the false-Emma.

As she gets closer to nip, Oswald approaches with Thane Rollo.

"Cherie, petite..." The not her says

her voile looking more like daisy duke than in clothing choices than her usual tastes

"Eee..eema?" Oswald blinks.

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

"Looking good, Healer," Rollo admires.

She scampers over Oswald's foot and climbs up his leg.

"Oui? You're so kind to say" the fake her giggles and bounces

Oswald is confused mesmerized and then... 'hey?"

He looks down "Wait, if you're there, then who..."

"You get some work done?" rollo is asking, "I approve, boggans are big believers in hard work"

"Shucks, and if I work to make you hard?" The phantom fantasy asks

Oswald picks up the possum and looks, "Rollo, that's not Emma, THIS Is Emma. "

He craddles her gently by the way, not holding her by the tail or scruff but rather making a platform with his hands for her to sit on