#earthrunes

Coradel is left behind.
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She understands. She must rule. She must lead. She must govern.
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She STILL might want to stamp her feet and have a real solid pout when no one is looking.
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Her
jester is busy mentoring a pooka fledge, so she doesn't have him for
entertainment, and she's down Stevi, one of her troubadours for a
similar reason for the satyr lad.
[2:26 PM]

She sees Dame Claire, her kind of daughter in law, on patrol.
[2:27 PM]

Or she could give Delores odd jobs.


Catnik

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Of course, Earl is also shy a lover.


DeBuke and Co! [2:27 PM]
TRue, one could command the artist to be interesting!

Coradel could certainly do many of those things...but she has a twinge of unease that sends her to see the seer, Almandine.

As far as MOST know, Alamandine is THE Seer, others more in the know here know that even he sees Zara as a peer in that. BUt he's good, if sometimes distraccted by his own Eiluned policies

And interests.

She finds his door closed, but hears him within

A quick, clear tap-tap-tap on the door, but she also opens it without waiting for admittance.

Because Fiona.

HE looks up from his elaborate chalk patterns on the floor, and then, bows "My liege. You ah..wished my services today?"

"I do, or at least your recommendations. But it looks as though you're in the midst of something."

She strolls closer, curiously looking at the patterns.

(Sorry, it didn't light up!)

((No worries!))

The patterns are almost Native American esque, like the Dinai. Symbols of stars sun and moon.

"Oh this is mere prepreration for a working I won't be doing for days"

"What will the working do?" Her Eiluned fosterage is showing in her curiosity.

He grins at that, "Glad you asked actually. It occured to me than things work in threes. So there may s oon be a third crystalid in the area, likely not related.. I am trying to find the arrival time by magic"

"Oh! So we may locate the hatchling before the carriage can gobble it up! Well done...if it works."

"IF ... and it has limts, ideal castying for example. If someone dream dances during the next day or two, it is all lost" He admits

"Sill, very nice. You yourself were somewhat predicted by your old mentor and predessor. What an Eiluned he was."

"Oh, he was splendid, yes. I still miss him." A fond sigh.

"But, if I might draw your attention away from this task for the moment, I have another one for you."

"Of course, " He nods "Please, What task awaits?"

"A short one, I hope. Perhaps you know that Baron August and Miss Zara are questing."

"Along with the Eshu Ruzgarla I understand" he says

She nods, then paces a bit, twisting her fingers together. "I had a moment today...more than a moment...where I felt a deep misgiving that something is wrong." Her demeanor shifts from curious to...well, one must accuse a Fiona of anxiety....

Not a danger is he is willing to take on but... well

"You wish me to scry them ? If they are in the dreaming they'll likely be outside of my reach" He admits

"Well...perhaps not scry them...but can you work around it? Perhaps some sort of omen to see if he will come home safely again?"

"I can tell you if he lives" He says "NOW but ... predicting the future is somewhat.. iffy." He ponders

A quick nod. "The now will be sufficient, yes."

HE nods, then "A moment, your hand please?" He offers his palm "Palm up, if you please, Baroness"

She inhales deeply, nods, and offers out her graceful hand, palm up.

He takes it, and mimes palm reading, then says "Your oath to him has not ended. He's alive"

THis may feel a bit like a cheat

A blink, then she tilts her head at him. It does, indeed, feel like quite a bit of a cheat.

"True, that is what you promised to tell me. I should have realized."

"You can do nothing to tell me if he is well?"

"I believe in working smart not hard, Baroness. He's alive for certain. Other workings I can try but I may get nothing"

Her mood is a bit soured. "Do it. I want a true result."

A brow lift at the 'true result' after he did a true if..simplisitc reading.

But one doesn't mess with one's meal ti.. one's liege. HE bows "In that case. " He gets three small bowls "Would yous spit in this? Your link to Baron August may ..be of aid"

She certainly looks ready to spit. "In all three?"

"Just this one, please" He says

She does so, and she does so in a manner worthy of an angry baroness, not in a manner that would result in a popular internet meme.

HE flinches at the NOT Hawk Tu

BUt says a bit more demurely after "Thank you, Baroness" And gets to work

She looks like she's planning to stay and supervise, arms folded.

He looks up "This, might take a bit if you wish to step out ?" Hopeful

A moment's pause, and then she nods. "I trust you will return your results to me quickly." She turns on her heel and leaves his workroom. The door doesn't quite slam, but it's a near thing.

(HOw long does she wait?)