#earthrunes

"How can we help? Or can we? Or is this a shut up and stay out of the way type biz?"

"Help form the bunk? Or you need glamour?" Curious

"Do either of you know how to craft a wisp?"

"And yes, a good bunk paves the way for a successful cantrip. Symon, I know you collect various invertebrates - have you, perchance any moths in that bag of yours?"

"I can.." She offers

"Good. So - as a moth to a flame, nu? If the book could produce moths, which lead those in need to the book... thus, the book is read, and valued... it may even generate some glamour in the doing..."

A nod "Let me know when to castt"

Zara taps her fingertips against the table, thinking. "I must needs learn that which I would change first. But in the second, I think I could, perhaps, use the wisp to help shape the new runes..."

Symon ponders and pulls out a small case. It says "WARHAMMER" on the outside, mostly worn off.

"I have some dead hornets... let's see. Carpenter bees... milipedes, house centipede... Here we go. This is a cocoon that never hatched, I hadn't decided if I was going to dissect it yet. I have some gyp- sorry." He pauses. "Lymantria dispar. I heard they were going to change the name. I have one of those moths at home."

He offers the moth cocoon over?

"Oh, cocoons are good! We do mean to metamorphosize this." A pause. "I... pray, I have not worked this particular magic on a treasure before. But I believe... yes, I think the theory should apply..."

"I think this is a- Lymantria cocoon. I like their big eyes and antennae. One of the coolest ones we get in this part of the country."

Gerd is fascinated

"I am fond of moths." Gently.

"Yeah, they're cool."

Bronte puffs up "And my breath" Sounding like Gimli

"And your breath, yes. So... we together tell a story of this treasure, and rework it so it does not endanger another dreamer."

"How to books nerver excited me bu we'll spin something"

"Well - there is always something to learn. Perhaps this could be a resource at the DeBuke school..."

Symon frowns a little.

“Doesn’t it need to be somewhere to attract dreamers, not just kithain? And, well, I hadn’t.. necessarily. thought about giving it away.”

"Fair. Would you be a guardian of it? Perhaps it could live somewhere... a coffee shop, or the like. Not a store where it must be bought, but a place it could be reached?"

"Well, it's Symon's by rights. he took it from the mall fair and square" Gerd nods

Zara nods. "I would not deny him this. I am merely.. ah.. spitballing?"

“I thought maybe a teacher might know what to do with it. And more dreamers around school is good right? Dirk and Dagmar have as much claim as I do, if not more.”

“We have a last high school year in Bergen together.”

A small smirk at Gerd. “Then it’s all yours.”

"Aww... Vali would find that sweet of you" Gerd smiles

then she sighs "Yup. More years to go"

“Let’s not count our moths before they’re hatched.”

"Sp, let me do this first step... you two figure out where it is going while I divine its name..."

Symon quiets and listens- or watches, wanting to not miss what Zara is doing.

She fetches some paper, alongside a quill and inkwell. No modern pen for this.

Gerd mutters "Vali and the school sounds fine by me if we can make i tame"

Zara flips through the book, examining it, searching... occasionally scratching a symbol on her vellum. The magic gathers softly about her - it isn't flashy, she feels no need to put on a show for the pair.

The taste of the magic might be novel to Symon - one he's rarely seen.

He is intent.

It takes time for Zara to puzzle out the Name. "Oh... oh, you were not meant to be like this..."

Gerd begins to make circular motions with her fingers

She rubs her temples before carefully tearing the paper up so that each symbol is on its own little square.

"Symon, Gerd... what I would like to do is to capture the letters, the cocoon, and the wisp all in the same jar as the mosquito. Obviously, we cannot let the bug escape until the proper moment. Symon, can you handle the lid?"

“Yes.” He whispers, fingers ready.

Zara gathers the scraps of paper. "Bronte - when we combine the elements, I would have thee breathe upon the book, to heal and mend as your inborn gifts allow."

Bronte nods "Gungadin"

"Now, I trust your instincts - if your gut says there is a gesture or element that would fit, you should act upon it."

Holding the paper bits in her hands, Zara begins to half-whisper, half-sing. Her broken throat does no favors to the melody, but it is recognizable.

"Butterfly in the sky
I can go twice as high
Just take a look
It's in a book
A reading rainbow"

A nod at Gerd to cast.
"I can go anywhere
With friends to know
And ways to grow
A reading rainbow"

And Gerd grabs the components and... moves them as directed

Symon doesn't even TRY to sing, but he whispers, in what might be considered a sing-song tone.

"If we were to call for help
Over time, over sea, like a wave
You'd come...
If we were to call for help
Over time, over sea, like a wave
You'd come...
A guardian angel - Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits."