#earthrunes

He plucks away, and soon a spritely tune is being played. It has the feel of an old folk song... he plays the chords through a few times, thoughtfully, before he lends vocals with quite a lovely voice.

The cuckoo is a fine bird,
She sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings,
and tells us no lies.

A touch of glamour is flickering up as he works a bunk!

Her horse, he ain't- hungry
He won’t eat his hay
I’ll seek on a little further
I’ll find out a way.

This crow, he's a bad'un,
dark wings in the air
Bringer of bad winds,
But then moving on- where?

A slight head tilt, sensitive nose catching the building glamour and curiosity spurring attention.

A wisp sparkles and shines, starting to dance over the lute.

Her lips quirk upwards.

And it hazily drifts about, it's a meandering bumping thing... hitting walls but it appears to be making it's way to the door to get to the halls

"I admit I don't have the bird's name, nor his feathers, for a PROPER bunk, mind, but in times of need, one works with what they must, and perhaps birds of a feather will be sufficient?"

"Ah!" He admires the little mote, perhaps it's not ZIPPING straight onward, but there it goes none-the-less!

A bow to the Librarian. "Wouldst thou care to join me?"

Zara marks her place and closes the book. A nod that is nearly a bow. "Lead on, Chanticleer."

The two go into the main hold, where the wisp slaps and baps against more walls. Folks wisely get out of the way as the Pooka and Sluagh follow it. Though one cat tries to chase it!

He follows the wisp, a skip to his step, humming along. "Mind you, I have every idea what to do with the fowl thing once we find it." He warns the Librarian with an expressive shrug that shakes his comb of feathery hair.

"Cage it, I think. It is a victim, too. We may be able to cure it."

Unseen to the pooka, a different corvid croaks rather happily.

The cat swats at it again, trying to bring the wisp down, but said wisp seems rudely ignorant of the cats attempts! They are heading outside.

He shakes his head sadly, "a bird in a cage, why, all cooped up."

"Not ideal, no. But nor shall it be permanent, aye? Nay. We can fix this."

A pause. "And, mayhaps, a net?"

"My arts, while varied, are not the best for physical ensnarement."

He pats his pockets, as though checking for one... then suggests, "The Lordling of the Zooming Generation seemed quite versed on the 'net?"

The wisp is at the door outside, but as they have paused, it pauses too, as if glad for a breather. The cat decides to call it a draw and wanders back inside, somewhere there is tuna.

A feather is dropped for the kitty cat!

"Fair. Lordling Hume is invested." An even softer whisper, and a spider - there are spiders in her hair? - a spider drops down and scuttles off to fetch the Dougal.

The cat grabs the feather and begins to swat it down the hall. Bap bap, chase, bap! That will teach the feather

It must be said, that while not DIE hard fans, Dougals have incorporated spiders into their own heraldry, this makes them less prone to arachnophobia. So there is no scream down the hallway. Indeed, he shows up but a bit later..."Miss Zara? Oh, Hello Alan. How goes the search?"

"Master Hume. Our good minstrel hath laid a pathway to the crow, wouldst you follow us to detain it?"

"I'll... try?" he says "Im not that good with animals or other natural things" he admits, "But I've got a bit of dross on me I can use."

"Seems to me that there's something rather unnatural about this natural thing." He muses.

Hume smiles at that "Perhaps. Let's follow your wisp, shall we?"

The poor thing is bumping against the door weakly as if it was pushing at a 'pull' door.

Zara DOES slip away to grab a net, and places it in Hume's hands.

"Oh, this will help" he says but adds "Not that athletic but the baroness HAS made me practice with things."

A wave-it-off gesture and she follows A'Dale and the wisp.

As the three head out, the spineless, the truthless, and she who is lacking in uncouthness; the wisp leads them down out into the hill the hold is set upon... it wobbles to and fro, fro and to.... but ten minutes later, it's meandering ways lead not so far from a certain river area Zara knows WELL

The sluagh bristles. This is her River.

"Never really thinkin' there was danger in the water they were drinkin', they just guzzled it down..." He hums softly to himself.

She crouches by the bank, briefly trailing her fingers in the water.

The water ripples... and....

(Perception plus alertness, or best guess )

/roll 4 (not that it matters with Z there!)

Alan is distracted as he twiddles to tune a string that was slightly off key.

/roll 7

Alan is almost sure that he could make a new song by mashing two old songs together...

/roll 5

A sour note as he tunes, that might distract the sensitive eared sluagh.

He frowns, adjusts, and ah, there, now it's sweet again.

The wisp hovers for a moment... then starts to cross the water...