#earthrunes

Zara stretches out by the river, her eyes opening in unwelcome daylight. She danced for Earl. She remembered that. They were alone.

It was glorious.

Yet this is not where she went to rest.

This is..what is she wearing?

It appears to be obviously witchy in nature.. a mix of

but while she has outfits of her own similar, this is a new one

A quiet blink.

She... doesn't disapprove...

Indeed, it is much in keeping with her style

"Love?" She sits up, looking around.

She hears him out in the woods, heading this way. She'd know his footfalls anywhere

But he can't hear her whisper.

Does she recognize her surroundings?

"Darling, call for my love?" She asks the Raven.

She does. This is HER river ... the wooded area.. sunlight breaks through.

The raven flutters into the air and caws annd coos

And Earl says "Zara?"

And follows the bird to see her

"My Love, what happened?"

"You tell me" he says. He is dressed, well, in an outfit she knows well. "We went to bed. I remember that why.. the outfit?" Surprised

They did go to bed! She remembers. her dancing..inspired her suitor.

she worked some magics, of course before hand.

But she didnn't wake up in bed. And Earl didn't see her go. She has lost time somehow, or memory or...

well, somethingg

Blink. Frown.

"I... do not know."

Now he moves to her with greater speed and is by her side, "Are you hurt?"

She is not hurt, but there are stains on her fingers, not blood.

She tastes a fingertip.

Wait, she knows the taste. She's conjured and done spell working with these materials before

"Not hurt, so far as I know... but... I seem to be missing time."

Earl looks at her, not with the desire of a lover, or even the concern of a guardian, but rather that focused look he sometimes gets when kennning. The love and protection are still there, of course, but for now, he seeks to study.

"You are.. full of glamour" he says "it smells like cackles and glimmers like stew bubbles. .. you must have done one heck of a working."

"But what? I did not plan any great deed..."

"Well, you got an outfit out of it," he says, not entirely comfortable with that "Maybe it knows?"

Now that he has mentioned her glamour, she can ken it too. Did she go innto the Dreaming? the deeper parts?

She does kenn. "1122?"

"Actually, he's at the hold looking for you on my behalf"

Slavic... the scent, the taste of the glamour is almost deliciously slavic and witchy!

"Mm. It smells delicious... but."

She picks at the sleeve, then wraps the dangling fabric about her hand as a puppet... bunking for willow whisper.

And the glamour of the cantrip trickles like a hungry stream

it is ready for her questions

And Earl stays quiet.

"Tell me, witchy garb, how came you to be on me?"

"One gift of three to thee, am I. Nude as a jaybird you were in your lover's arms, so garbed you were when called"

Earl blushes

SO DOES ZARA.