#earthrunes

"Ah..." She seems to concede. But Zara has that look.

Clem sees the look, "you realize, arming a sluagh, even one who is a dear friend, with knowledge of what gave you the willies, is kind of asking for trouble right?"

"I... that is a hurtful stereotype." She delicately touches her clavicle.

"But is it wrong?" She counters

"Mmm..." She demurrs.

"Oh you know when you ask Earl he'll fold like a flea market lawn chair anyway" She points out, "Just flutter those 'come wither' eyes at him and he's toast"

A little smile and she shrugs.

"FIne, I'll tell you... he made this... well, it was a painting of a woman's body laid out, she was a giantess... pinned down on her back like Gulliver's travels, there were these corn stalks with tendrils they used as arms and legs, walking all over her with syches and sickles, one with a plow... and they were tearing into her flesh... harvesting her. " Clem shudders at the memory

"Ah... yes, rather morbid."

"Farm gothic, so to speak."

"Well, back in those days it's what he had to work with... in my nightmares, I was the giantess, and all the farm crops and tools took terrible revenge on me. All because of that silly painting getting into my brain pan"

"That makes it powerful art."

"The others never understood how powerful Earl was. " Clem looks a bit proud of Earl, "And Earl didn't hisself"

"They didn't appreciate him."

"We've tried to make it up to him, but yes" She agrees "Fortunately for us, the Great Corruptor wormed her way in" sip

"That really is the best Name."

A smile "You got enough of them to know, but yes, you can be proud of that one"

She wipes her lips "I best get going to the saining. You're welcome to come if you like?"

"Oh, aye!"