#earthrunes

"Yours, I believe" He inclines his head, "Leaving the rest to me?" Humor in his eyes as Bronnte hisses at the idea of losing the other books

"Mmm. But perusal?"

"Of course, you are, forgive me, known for curiosity, It would be rude to speak of treasures then deny," St. Yves inclinnes his head "I have , I beieve, another 24 hours here as a guest."

"I shall read swiftly."

"Do not rush on my account. If it please you, I cann leave them here for safe keeping?"

"Certainly. They will be guarded here."

"Now... what are these?" A nod at the cup and astrolabe.

"Now that was most interesting, the Astrolabe senses trods within a mile. Not always open ones mind you"

"True, but promising for those with the appropriate gifts..."

"oh yes. Now the mazer is dangerous.. I believe steam from it can induce an astral state"

"Dangerous? Nay, fascinating..."

"Your body will be left behind, helpless" He reminds

"True... one must take precautions..."

As for the other books, Well, Bronte is already reading the first one like a glutton

Zara checks the titles.

The sexiest book you will ever read says the other

A brow.

"I apologize... it's a magical tome" He sighs

"An odd choice of title. Tantric?"

"Euphoric" He sips

"Still, seems.. satyrish."

"I suspect it is... he was a collector of rare items.. that book may not have pleased him much personally, or perhaps it did"

"regardless... it's safe ennough to read. Your bookwyrm maybe fflummoxed. One must be of a certain age o read it"

"Probably for the best. I shall find a distraction. I do know a satyr sorcerer who might negotiate for access..."

"A sorcerror? Oh indeed... yes, that is the benefit of such interactions."

"Kiths may be diverse."

"And passions varied."

"Oh educated satyrs are a joy. Their passion makes them excellent and articulate thinkers"

Zara nods. "Aye. A nice change of pace."

A sip "Miss Zara, I must thank you again, your voice most certainnly helped allow me approval here. I must go off soon, s eek out other bolt holes. "

"I wish you luck with that - I will endeavour to have my manners outweigh my curiosity."

"Ah, I do not mean to pit them against each other. If you wish, perhaps I might return between my searches for tea and converse?"

"That would be welcome. You could try the pu'erh."

"It sounds delightful" a long sip

"Fermented and pressed. Its preparation is an art."

"Tell me, Miss Zara, if I Maybe so bold, the rumors of you... understated at times, at least among those not our kith, but around the corners, they hint you are more involved in major events than most know. Paler's doom, for example?"

"Oh, obviously, Lady Coradel is the one who slayed Paler." Her tone speaks volumes in the denial.

"Clearly" A nod "How lucky she is to find him too. Some sidhe need.. guidance to their targets" A sip

"Quite." Sip.

"One might say, they rarely have a ghost of a chance" Savoring things "Still, it worked out well for all save Paler and his cronies I suppose. Much like leech, the world is safer without him"

"Agreed. What he built has been cast asunder. No two stones stand."

"Yes, the pillars of Leech will also be torn down" Laurent's gaze grows both intent and distant, and one can feel the air shift as if a gathering rain were about to pour down upon dark woods

"In the end, does not everything?" A pleasant notion.

"Yes, that was his greatess failing... he confused his abnormally long life not a gift, but a right. We must all take our pass on the wheel again eventually"

"Indeed. Though I do hope to enjoy some time in well-earned, withered Cronedom."

"If I may, Miss Zara, you have the look of a woman who will take to the role of crone with entropic mastery"

She places a hand on her chest. "You flatter, Mssr. St. Yves. Thank you."

"Not idle, tthough, never idle. You have the sharp bone structure under all too thin skin that will serve you well as the shriveling engulfs you. One of my mentors was such a woman, I maintain Death did not take her until long in her life because he found her both fashionable and frightening"

Zara smiles.