#earthrunes

AH well.. with further evidence how much sidhe guidance is needed provided every day, the baroness moves onto her own matters

(End Scene)

The next day, Zara is back to the library... though most would miss that, as she's on boggan avoidance.

There is no escaping the moth

well, Vashti comes in, gliding to her sister. A tape measure in her hand.

Zara scowls.

And the tape measure vanishes in the folds of elegant sleeves, "something vexes thee?"

"Thou knowest what."

Vashti says "oh sister, of course I could have told thee the truth at anytime, for such honest creatures are we pooka."

"Aye. You could have."

"And now he says he shall never plan a surprise again, for all it does is vex me."

She pulls the measuring tape out again, and plays with it, turning into a garotte, "men." Then it vanishes into the sleeves and she says "The artistic temperament like Vesuvius, is a calm a mountain as any and never given to extreme temperatures. Thy suitor pie crust statements will stand forever under the urge to please thee "

She hides her head in her arms. "I hate fighting like this. Not... not fun fighting, the beanbag was fun fighting. This is..."

"I don't know. It's not the party. But it is."

Arms go around her. Her sister, "Tis the roller coaster, not the carousel- and on that? the horses are at times confused and vomitous."

She nods.

"I do not like being stared at or talked about."

A nod "Notice how I bask in the sunlight and scream look at me? Sister, Earl was a monster, telling everyone , all your most hated foes about thy situation."

"Right. I am the crazy, awful, capricious girlfriend."

"Mind you, his security was as strong as any sieve and he should have known how silent boggans are..." A roll of her eyes

A deep breath...

"Your boyfriend was an idiot for not knowing how bogggans operate and making the mistake of telling the steward of things he'd need not knowing she'd put boggans to work on it. The steward should have realized YOUR Involvement required discretion.... and the staff were chatterboxes who are lucky I don't pin their tongues into books and preess the pages! You have been traumatized to find yourself the middle of a big to do you did not expect and was thrust upon you when you weren't even allowed the details to brace for it until it was too late. I don't blame Earl so much as I blame the boggans, but that doesn't in any way change that you were treated poorly by the handlilng of this whole situation no matter WHO dropped the ball and you have every reason to be upset. You're not a bad girlfriend, you're just a terminally shy one." She turns blue and gasps for breath.

...blink...

The poor pooka looks spent.

She reaches to draw her sister into a hug.

"You DO understand."

Her sister is mute but hugs back.

Zara guides the moth to a chair, and sets her up with a cup of tea.

"Abe Gazund" She says in gratitude and sips

"There is another sluagh, he said. And a pooka."

"Half a dozen others."

"Well, the sluagh will be silenced if that is required," Her sister sips and offers.

"Seven people is not so great a crowd, but enough to.. ah... blend into?"

A nod

She pulls out the measuring tape, " I did hope to tie thee fast with this"

"....For robes?"

"and the bar mitzvah where you dance" she adds.

"Bat."

"...ah... could i see it?"

A nod, and she finishes her tea calmly and leads her sister to the area where the dress work is done if she follows.

Moth spreads her wings grandly as she does, and Zara realizes any boggan walking by will not see her under that dusty drape.

Zara ducks into the lee of the wings, grateful.

Into the room they go and the door is shut behind them... the light is dim, but to Zara as clear as day to others. In the center of the room is a prom dress but with so many victorian elements as to be truly special

Color?

Zara reaches out to touch it, fingertips tracing the pattern of the lace.

In purples, of course

Zara smiles, just a little. "Tis a lilac cloud."

"Aye, alas, like nachos, I had trouble stopping at just one..." She unveils another..