#earthrunes

"Mr. Aberdeen is venerably decrepit, however."

Here DeVere brightens "yes, yes he is. And an expert in locale lore unmatched"

"And I believe there is some understanding with the local hold - he does pre-date the Baroness, there. The Lord is Ailil, and I have no quarrel with the Dragons."

At that, Miss Dusk smirks and signs 'yes, just tell a dragon how right he or she is, and watch their heads bob near off agreeing with you'

A soft chuff, amused.

DeVere mmmmphs "AIlil are not to be underestimated, but in this case I am sure Mr. Aberdeen would have the balance well in hand." He sighs 'Pray forgive. I must return to a friend and take my turn at another spell"

"A moment..."

"May I?" She extends a hand to DeVere.

"Mi shebeirach avoteinu. M'kor hab'racha l'imoteinu..." Her whisper is an almost sing-song cant, but DeVere can feel the touch of Fair Fortune on his shoulders. "May your efforts work well on the injured. Pass my regards to CLementine and the others."

DeVere allows and then... "Oh young lady. I shal, of course. Thank you for the...kind words"

And he withdraws.

Zara makes polite goodbyes, a proper hostess until all of her guests have departed.

And when they have, secrets shared, help given, she has her library to herself, well, her and Bronte and the spiders that remain.

And now, time to get to work.