#earthrunes

"I sense a double standard" He hurumphs, but he works on building an enclosure , using objects to drape the scarlet sheets around the crow in its cage, and the new painting.

"Shamelessly so. And besides, if aught befell me, thou wouldst save me."

"For the glory of love..." A beat "Pardon, all the Fiona colors maybe getting to me. But yes, I'd storm hell's gates for you. Still, let's not get needy and demand a rescue today if we can help it." He steps back away from the enclosure that looks a bit like a poor man's scarlet mini yurt.

A soft chuff. "Fate is so easy to tempt, but I shall do my best."

The transferal is ready, but it will not be easy. This will require a skill ful use of props , nature AND Fae. The good news is, the painting will NOT be containgeous and should strip those animals infected clean of their corruption.

Zara works, scrawling words on the red silk with chalk. The sigils trace a path from the cage to the painting. "לַעֲזָאזֵֽל." She proclaims, the weight of Name resting on the painting.

And, with that, she opens the door of the crow's cage.

The crow flies out... and flaps around a bit but it is 'trapped' in the enclosure of red. As she hoped it would be.

Finally it looks like it will either settle on some UN red part of her if he can find one, or the canvas

But the canvas has a Name, inviting...

And besides, Zara is pretty nimble and not going to hold still to be used as a nest

So it settles down on the Canvas

"תהיו קשורים מפגיעה, כבולים לצבע ולפרבי, ולא עוד לבשר."

Binding words, from flesh to canvas and oil.

The painting is still new, and perhaps that actually HELPS in it taking on new properties. Or at least , properties new to it. The painting starts to look less like a healthy crow, and more a very ill one. Sickly, and foul. Even as it does this, the true crow looks more and more in good health. Shine returning to feathers and it no longer shivers and coughs!

Zara crouches, patiently watching.

She feels the curse try to escape it's new form, but the red she wears offers SOME protection.

(Stamina roll, DC 3 because..red)

/roll 2

((JUST a failure!))

When the crow looks healthy, Zara moves to wrap the painting up in red silk.

It should be said.. the magic DOES haul the curse into the canvas, but before she fully wraps it.. something expels. The MUNDANE part of the curse. WHich she SHOULD not catch

But somehow does!

Instantly, she coughs

The curse is broken, or at least contained, but at a price. As Zara doesn't feel so good.

She presses a hand to her chest, bending over with the force of the cough.

She's not ..frail, not really... sniffle... she's an adventurer after... geez are these CHILLS?

She cannot whisper, but coughs are louder...

a voice, Earl's, comes in through the sheets "Zara? Are you okay?"

"I..."

She presses her hands against her temples, feeling dizzy.

"I might need some help." A touch embarrassed.

A scratch against her ribs, insistent and uncomfortable, before it escapes with a ragged noise.

And the enclosure is opened roughly, Earl is not your typical broad shouldered troll, but now he towers and looms as he warned he might, with protective concern, "My Persephone, what happened?" He picks her up in his arms, caring not for the canvas.

"No, no..." She pushes his arms away.

"Yes yes" He insists "We need to get you to a healer."

"And then.." he says, knowing her weakness, "I'm darting over to your mothers for some of her Motzaball soup for you, or any other stew or soup she suggests."

"Contagious." She frowns.

"Forgive my arrogance, Love, but I'm hardier than you."

His mind is made up. And he carries her towards the infirmary "Now Emma has been busy, but she will put you first now. And she's close. OR I can tuck you in my bed, spoil you rotten, and call Clem." Who WILL come of I'll pop her here

She rattles with another bone-shaking cough, smashing her hands over her mouth.

When the fit passes, she sighs. "Clementine."

Soon he is tucking her in his over sized bed, clean sheets, and knick knacks

and some of her favorite books.

And he calls Clem, insistant and demanding with his cousin in ways he never would normally dare be.

She would fuss more, she wants to, but her head just feels so fuzzy...

Time slips in and out...the coughing is too loud, the paleness, well, she's always pale... so not too bad. The chills almost fascinating. But the difficulty on focusing her mind is just.. . insulting. This cursed wreched brain fog will not be contin..countan... how do you spell that word? She can't remember. Fie and bother! Brain fog is not glamorous at all!

And suddenly, a blue hand is on her forehead, not Earl's. But Clem's. "Hey there, Witchy poo. Got yourself into a spot of flu, have you? "

Oh sure, dare to use the 'witchy poo' comment when one is laid low with flu and fever. It was said with affection and concern, but there may yet be a reckoning