#earthrunes

Coradel herself might notice them

Coradel does, indeed! She is taking a stroll around the manor house, an idle enjoyment of this beautiful home, and suddenly she realizes that she's strolling past the third painting of a purple house in a row. She pauses...and backs up to the first one.

Vashti tuts "Look not at the golden photo so beautifully garish, lest ye be trapped like me" The moth pooka gazes like one drawn to something that is both bad for them, yet nigh irrestible

She has been enjoying the various visions of purple domiciles, and she hadn't noticed Vashti at all. "The golden...?" She strolls down to meet her and look at....

"Oh. Ugh!"

"Shalimar?"

"My love is like a red red rose, costantly thorny and prone to leaving his petals all over " She nods with a frustrated fondness "If you prefer Violets, look to the Earl of Brush, who seeks even now to sweep my sister away to a domicile"

"Ah, is that the inspiration? That makes sense now." She glances between Vashti and the yellow monstrosity again. "I can almost imagine Shalimar's ridiculous pink car parked out front of that."

"I shall do a hit and run on it again" A tut "Irregardless, I advise you speak to my sister's mister on the matter of her plotted abduction if not sister herself"

"Do you? Why are you not taking up that task?"

"Oh, they've no need of anything from me, but you? They'll ask the world" A grin

"And I need merely provide the opportunity for them to do so, you mean?"

"Mmm" A delilcate shrug "Or one could text one to come here"

"Oh, could one? I think I should know my lines without a prompter." Coradel grins and fishes out her phone. "Such a subtle beating can be given by moth wings," she muses as she texts.

TEXT: Earl, come join me in the northeast corridor at your very earliest convenience.

When she looks up from her phone again, a moth is flying away.

TEXT: Happy to

And soon enough Earl is there

Coradel has moved away from the yellow thing and back to the visions of romance. "Earl, do come tell me about these?" She gestures at the row.

Where Earl goes, a spider often follows. Whether it is a literal or figurative one, well, is currently not clear.

Coradel's not oblivious to the arachnid reality, but is perhaps not focused on looking for one at the moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are they blocking the path? I ... they're for Zara to look over, though she's been busy lately. See, they're designs for our theoretical house" A look over at the yellow thing "Except for.. that. That's Shallimar... but as I don't own the hall I couldn't stop him. And I.. mmm well, I wouldn't want to bother you"

"They're not blocking anything," she assures him with a smile. "I merely want to know more. These are truly a labor of love. Tell me a bit about what you're trying to feature in each?"

"Theyr'e actually a bit slap dash, more to illustrate styles. " He seems reluctant to speak on, or more accurately, there is something else he is tempted to ask

"Mmmm..." she nods, perhaps teasing out the moment. She strolls along the paintings once more, silently perusing each one. After a painfully quiet interlude, she stops at the far end from Earl, turns to face him fully, folds her arms, and gives him a very eloquent eyebrow.

"Zara and I are getting our own house" He explains "And... well, she's not here to ask but, we're hoping to purchase land near the River. That.. might mean buying some property from you .. if you'd be willing?"

She does, in both mortal and fae worlds, 'own' the land around the freehold

A blink. She is, indeed, surprised. "That is interesting and unexpected. Hmm. Can you be a bit more specific about the location?"

"Well" he shows on his phone "Remember, Zara was graced this area of the river for use? August helped that happen. She loves that. But land near it, we figured either here..." He shows one plot "Or here" Another "I think Zara has her preference for the more reclusive tree shaded area, but either would be wonderful for our needs, and we'd pay fair price if you'd allow?"

She considers both locations carefully, and then goes back to look at the paintings once more. "I suspect much of the tree cover would need to be removed during construction, and would take some time to grow back," she murmurs thoughtfully.

She considers a bit longer, likely a nerve-wracking pause.

The troll is.. a troll, they can endure well, but his left brow does wobble slightly

She glances over to him and gives his expression a dismissive wave. "Oh, I'm all for it, naturally. We just need to figure out the details."

A breath of relief "Thank you, Coradel. We're ... this has become home to her, where she is happy. I can live anywhere as long as she's happy. I'm like a still pool under her as a night sky, when she shines, so do I."

His poetry elicits a pleased look from her. "And I very much want to help you both glimmer. But don't think this is entirely a matter of generosity. Zara's presence by the River does much for the glamour of this location, and I would rather facilitate that rather than have her torn away by having to commute." An amused look.

"Well," He says proudly "THAT much I knew. She's really done wonders here, and the hold has benefited from it. " A nod "I'm glad you recognize it. And yes...come on, I'll show you the two locations by foot if you like? We'll have to dress up? See you in 15 minutes to change?"

And soon, the two will be walking out into the winter to see the areas with their own eyes, and maybe, what might yet come

(End Scene)