#earthrunes

A tilt of her head "Such a long title" noticing the book seems to have none

"Aye... and so, see.. if I name it 'Anne of Windy Poplars'... observe..."

Antennae rise as the book flickers and...suddenly is replaced "By the pricking of my thumb, something readable has come"

"Aye!" She offers it out for Vashti's inspection.

"Tis a book most alien straight from your refuse bin" Stunned "A copy?"

Then a shake of her head "Nay, tis the McCoy"

"Like... a switch, nu?"

"And it goes back?" She returns the book

"When I desire, aye."

"Bronte, of course, wishes it..."

"She should not have it, or she shall be like an overfed house dragon" A sniff

"She HAS my new Natira Gold novel..."

"You have a new one? " Interest of another kind "One of disturbingly blood warming books of hers that are most unseemly to be seen with? Asking for a friend, of course"

"Thou knowest she holds her own shelf at the library here, nu?"

"Why nay, I neer suspected" Delicate blush

Then a look back at the book treasure that can summon, "mmm sister, I would hate to see tension between thee and thy lovely book unicorn. Mayhaps I should buy this off you? To keep the peace?" Covet covet.

teasing

"Oh, sister..." She tsks.

"Oh poo" she says but relents

"And yes, you may borrow the new one."

Wings spread pleased "Oh how dreadful"

"Though at some point I would like to read my book..."

"Sister thou has fallen into radical notions" Tsk

"Aye. What next, I wonder..."

"Being an island of propriety in a sea of Fiona dysfunction?"

A long-suffering sigh.

"And yet I am fond of this place. Must be madness."

"Thou art a collector, sister dear, and here, behind the glass cages of thy affections, you can store your hunter heart and scholar friend, and books aplenty, and tis of no gift but your own hard work unlike the entire house you are gifted in scarsdale and Poughkeepsie ... what a horrible fate to have such fortune, nay, here you have put thy sweat and tears and sorrows... and made your tower to pine from"

"Mayhaps."

"But I have three more years...."

"And a bespelled man who can wisk they to such exotic locations as Iowa," She points out

"He gives too much of himself..." Fuss.

"Then demand the captain give the passage to thy river frequently"

The moth says "Thou art much loved sister, but a times, I fear you are most Liam levels of not wishing to be trouble"

"Feh."

"Thy long orations and protestations will not avail thee," Her sister says "If thou fearest being over reliant on total strangers, remember as a witch you can repay debts with a savage brutality"

"So you say. And there is a trod..."

"What a TROD? Oh no, yet another barrier to travel from where you are happiest and where you study... dark days these"

Sometimes, sisters, no matter how beloved, are overly impressed with their supposed cleverness one might think

"Yeah yeah, rub it in."

a pleased with herself look "I? never. More tea?"

"Always."

However, her sister has SOME Matters, so Zara is allowed to shift the subject if she so wills even as tea flows

Family.. ah... updates. Not gossip, no.

Of course not! Merely observances and observations with perhaps a touch of polite personal opinion

Exactly. Not like a boggan.

not even the slightest.

So it is not gossip for them to speak of family or friends. Not gossip for them to speak pleased of their paramours. Nay nay... it is however, very pleasant.

with tea!

(end scene)