#earthrunes

Well, some damn good guesses.....

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"Anyway, Stevi, I admit it... ever since I did my 'chrystalis' did I pronounce that right?" Trina says

"Close enough" the satyr troubadour grins

"Ever since that happened, I have been going at it like a drunk prom date... I think I'm scaring my son a bit, " Trina confides, "And maybe me too"

Stevi gives her a hug "Heeeey now, don't worry, this is not atypical for satyrs. We feel things so much more intently now, and even pleasure is..well we have the staminia to really get into it. You'll simmer down in time... or, if you don't, then maybe the carnal IS your passion. Some narrow minds won't know what musing can be done in the bedroom, but this hold won't judge," A smile, "Well, most Fiona and we satyrs won't and hang those that can leave off. "

Trina laughs "Well, sex as a PRIMARY passion seems a bit much, but thanks."

Then the older satyress (Yet newer to it this life) ponders, "Though I sure wouldn't mind.. you know...stroking a few feathers."

"Ah," Stevi smiles and shakes her head "Another heart lost to Sparrow. That girl has an angel's form and a devil's magnetism. But she's a sweet as pie and brave too. Oh, and you should ask her to show you some of her art"

"I will" Trina says curious "That good eh?"

"Beautiful" Stevi says

"Is she..ah, with anyone?" the horned Cougar inquires.

"Honest to gosh? She's been known to take a lover or two... but it never lasts. Jennette and she had something going on... but some say that Sparrow had her fun, then matchmaked FOR her. Rumor has it, she may light on your branch, but no nest building- No one is caging the bird." A pondering "Though she and Godween have been.. .I don't know what they got, but I swear the Dougal is playing the long game"

"is that working for her?" a raised brow from Trina

"No idea. And I should probably stop gossiping, the boggans will sue" Stevi says

"Right, the little round hobbit kind of folks..." Trina says.

"CAREFUL... we rely on them a lot," Stevi warns, "Some have better senses of humor than others. " And she fills her in on the kith.

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At the Key Club, nockers , boggans, and sluagh alike tinker with lockpicking skills. It's a fun class, and the more experienced escapologists given lessons to the newbies.

The 'other hold' of Jefferson City is often overlooked. Small and out of the way to most, barely mentioned in the noble courts- and that's the way they like it.

"How's the Spanish lesson going?" Dylan asks... the nocker is more charismatic than most his kith, a natural leader some think, but furk mostly he just wants to keep things running smoothly.

"Not well," The female boggan says rubbing her head, "High school spanish is handy, but I know mostly the mexican accent, or snooty castillian... this Honduran accent is driving me bonkers." She glances over to the new piskie among them. "He's got the basics, but I think he's scared we're taking him from his folks like ICE did"

Dylan scowls, "Shit. Don't want that. we're just trying to help. See if you can tell him we'll take him back to his parents any time he wants . We can scry on him if need be."

"Not like the kithain don't steal way children of our own kind from mortal parents for real... " The boggan sighs "Are we any better than ICE?"

Dylan shoots her a look, "Given that normally when WE Do it it's to save a SOUL? YES..what kind ofurking... Pishheaded..." He bites down, "Look.. I know a few Liam up at the hold. If need be, we tell them we helped get a family of refugees here and most of them are mortal or kinain. I'm not sure Sparrow has a modernest bone in her body but she's always been a straight shooter. And Sir August would set fire to himself to keep a mortal warm. For that matter, the baroness might consider herself in debt. We help the family and set the nuevo kid's mind at ease."

"What if they ask 'how' we smuggled them? About that..very shady indi..." She starts to ask.

"We don't. Honest to Vulcan, even I don't furking want to know all the details. Our debt is paid by taking these folks in, and we gain a new Piskie among our ranks IF he wants to say. Done. Over. Etc. We do not tell the nobles 'mysterious forces you may not approve are behind this kindness'" Dylan says "That opens a can we do not want to vacuum seal anew."

"Understood," She says "Let me know if you can get the help"

He grunts. Then looks to the piskie, "Ets Bueno..." He makes a gesture with one hand then another, bringing them together "Etu... und Mami and papa? Together soon"

The piskie smiles and looks a lot more hopeful.

Dylan looks the the boggan "how's my Spanish?"

"Terrible... but I think you got it across." She smiles.

Dylan mphs and heads out.

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In the Garden, a toad pooka gapes at the 'additions' someone has tried to make. He stares forlornly as if he has been cast as Sisyphus in a greek tragedy.

A sigh from his lips.

The little seedlings are labeled - rosemary (for remembrance), fennel, columbine, rue and more...

Scratching his head, the gardener ponders removing the seedlings.

They are laid out very neatly...

and out of the way, hidden behind a copse of trees.

With a sigh, he bends down and croaks "I'm nobody, who are you? Are you-nobody too?" ANd breaths over the plants.

Glamour flows, and he asks his questions. "Who put you here?"

He blinks, then tries another "Why did she plant you beyond mere existence?"

Yup.. The gardener realizes, this could be trouble.

"What was your planter's motivation? From malice, kindness, or what part of the heart?" He croaks.

"“Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world’s my way“. it says happily

The poor gardener tries his last question, "What will you be when you grow up? Besides grown?"