#earthrunes

August repeats the words again, remembering them.

Emma can see the Beaumayn seems in something like a fever dream, but there is no fever!

"Oooo... Delphi, non?" The possum moves to hold the sidhe's head, to keep her from hurting herself.

Temerity says "I think she's not big on spicey foods"

"I think it must be something like that, yes." he murmurs. "I don't know if there's anything we can do but wait it out."

"It won't wash you clean... nothing it touches is clean"

The sidhe's eyes are glowing

August murmurs the words after her.

"Shhh..." Petting her pale hair.

And.. Jeanette convulses at the touch, and passes out, as if whatever she's witnessing can only be escaped by this means. IF She is lucky

"Now, I shall use the Force to levitate her to bed..."

"If the Force be named Ludmilla, all the better..."

Ludmilla, if on cue comes up "Jeanette? what happened??"

And she bends down even as she asks to grab the sidhe

"I don't know if there's anything else we can do. Water, when she wakes...." he whispers "Make sure she doesn't hurt herself if she convulses again."

"Oui, a fresh mountain stream and chamomile flowers and chocolate biscuits... "

Temerity nods "Her eightball is cracked"

"Baron?" Ludmilla begs.

"Perhaps paper and quill?"

"I don't speak pooka" the troll says to the sidhe

"I'm not sure what Emma is suggesting either. Maybe to write down what she's said?"

He pats his pockets with his free hand. "Can you write it down?" August hands the paper to Ludmilla.

Ludmilla is carrying Jeannette and her hands are full

"Oh, of course." August jots it down himself.

As they walk with Ludmilla.

Ludmilla doesn't walk so much as STRIDE

Emma trails after, whiskers trembling.

August will dash ahead to get doors and such if allowed.

And she lays her down in the healer's hut

Temerity touches her liege's hand "Fear not , my lord. Emma could cure ham"

Emma wets a cloth with cool water and gently lays it on Jeanette's brow. Soothing herbs are set in water over a candle, so their scent may rest the troubled mind.

August withdraws to the doorway. "Ludmilla, would you like her words?" he offers the notes.

"I just want her awake and okay"

"Of course." He tucks the notes away.

"Healer, do you need anything else?"

"Non, non, non... well, a million dollars, but otherwise?"

Ludmilla takes post and holds still.. No one is going to pry her from here

Tea for the trolless, too!

"Then, ah, I'll, ah.... leave you to it. Please send word when she recovers?"

A grunt from the trolless

"Yes. Thank you." August slips out.

As August withdraws... he finds someone waiting for him. Tylar.

"Tylar, hello."

"Hello, my liege." he says "Uhm.. do you have a moment?"

"Of course. Please, walk with me?"

They walk along "Yes, Lord. I have some news"

"I'm listening." politely.

"YOu know the queen and king of Carnival? Fine folks. Real quality?"

"Yes."

"Is there an issue?"