#earthrunes

"Sister, you can hide nothing from me, and I can reveal nothing to others, that's how pooka works and why all kiths adore and fear us" She moves to Zara and hugs her as maidens do (And anyone who says they are not maidens shall know wrath unlike any thing they've imagined)

"The wait seems almost unbearable. Even if I chose the day."

"Oh but such sweet agony isn't it?"

"Aye! Tis like torture, to see what is so close to my grasp..."

"Certainly, we could rush, yet... the moon shall be waxing then, a fair fortune of a phase... and... " Siiigh.

"Ah, but think on thy paramour... he has burned for thee before, but if he thought himself jade, now he finds he is a pearl seeking luster anew. oh he writhes at this way of taking you. Enjoy Gomez's yearning, dear Mortiia"

"He is a pearl, one I shall claim."

A happy sigh , wistful "I remember when Shalimar first fell into my clutches. I warned him, did I not ?"

"Aye, he is well and truly ensnared."

"mmm and do not fear that things will grow boring. Ennsnared or not, they do wiggle and strain, not because they are not happy, but because the best fools know their ladies enjoy lively prey. " A sigh "I maybe a moth, but I understand Spiders"

"Do you think he would wish a... witness?"

"knowing your man, he would wish whatever was written on the lamp of your heart."

"I just... I know not if there is to be a maid at an Oath..."

"Though art in a library full of Fiona, including a teacher of them. Mayhaps flip open a satyr if ye trust him to behave?"

"It should be Earl's choice."

"If he wishes not... well... perhaps a moth may espy, and not cause a shanda..."

"why do you think I put my weapons of death and torture aside whenever I visit? to avoid shandas"

"Wise, sister-mine."

"Fear not, sister, I shall draw moonbeams for thy dress " Another hug

Zara is quite pink, but smiling.

"now, flowers you hath mentioned, the language is clear.. will they have ursa major's paws, or slippers?"

"Bear..oh!"

"Oh, I don't know. Mayhaps barefoot."

"I like my toes. Tis a silly vanity."

"Oh quite, not somber like MY Vanaties" She flutters her wings

"Bronte and the spiders shall all be there..."

"AH, witnesses!" A nod "And one of them who will live many centuries and know the tale of this when books are written by rabbits"

"Aye. When we are dust." Happy sigh.

"Oh what a boast that will be to the other whisprering nockers"

"I wonder... I do not remember Oathing before..."

"And you remember every moment so clearly"

"You jest... but I have never... in this life, certainly..."

A tilt of her head "Why soothsayer, art though directing thy OWN fate in a direction rare and wonderful?"

"I desire it."

"Oh that is a much more comfortable fit" she says

"Aye. A welcome one."

The moth froze for a moment- her eyes fell on a strip of brightly colored clotth, she blinks "I must stop trying to dabble into the secrets of the great one." It would appear she has a bit of material, the sort Hirim might use

And the two sisters get some tea, and talk plans for the dress in more detail... and even perhaps for things UNDER the dress.

(End Scene)