#earthrunes

Clem looks around, Earth Runes is not usually her place, but hey.

She heads towards the library feeling a bit sheepish.

She might feel eyes upon her. Many small ones.

"Hello, Ladies. Is the Head librarian in?" Clem looks up at the spiders. The troll is wearing working jeans, and a T-Shirt that says "Girl, Strong Like Tractor! Farm?" It's a gift from Buck and HE thinks its hilarious and she loves him so... well she's wearing it.

Octa and Septa scuttle towards the library. Clem may follow if she chooses.

She does "Much obliged."

When CLem gets into the library, she says "howdy stranger? Sorry, been a crazy summer and... well." Sheepish

"And farm and children and a certain centaur kept you busy?"

"Hello, Clementine. There's tea."

A light blush "Well, some flood and fire aid on top of it, but yes," She smiles at the offer of tea and takes a seat to join her, "Well, I did think it about time I drop by. I didn't realized how many Friday the 13s I missed. Sorry about that."

"Salutations," Bronte spreads her wings from a shelf to greet the troll, " Lay this unto your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. -

John Webster"

Clem smiles "Howdy, Bronte, oh my," She observes then looks to Zara "Am I imagining it or has Bronte got a bigger wingspan?"

Zara quietly beams and nods.

"She is the guardian of a well-established library, aye."

Bronte beams with small fangs.

"Aye indeed," Clem takes a sip of her tea, "Oh I am rusty in my tea manners."

The sluagh stretches out a slender hand to scritch at Bronte's horns.

"The point of manners is to make both the guest and host feel welcome and comfortable. Thou art fine."

"Well, this delicious tea, but I still do feel a bit bad for missing all your 13s, so naturally, being a friend, I decided to curry favor with something shallow. But if you're above that," She pats her pocket "I can leave it be."

She perks. "....A surprise?"

"Well, Yes," She offers up a small box , a bit flat. Probably some jewelry inside, "You know that Buck can work a forge, and Chase , well, she can dig and dowse... they helped me assemble something with a bit of help and I can't tell if it's overkill or be quite nice so you do what you want with it."

It has some sort of weave over it, meant to be a puzzle to remove.

which might be part of the gift!

Zara pokes and prods, enjoying the puzzle.

Clem says "Take your time, it's supposed to be really..." Then Zara solves it in a third the time most people could and Clem shakes her head, "Tricky. Let me guess, Rubik's Cubes bore you?"

There's more amusement than annoyance in the troll's eyes.

And the box can now be opened.

"Rubik's cubes are rather soothing, in truth." She opens the box.

"See, there are 13 stars of David, and...well, I hope it's not insensitive, but it seemed to fit?" Clem looks cautious, "Chayse gave her thumbs up on the idea."

She holds it up to the light, letting it glimmer. "Oh!"

"Our way of making up for some missed celebrations and to let you know your friendship still means the world to me, if you want to have it touched up or changed, well, it's yours now," Clem smiles "Do what you want with it."

She puts it on at once!

"Nay, tis perfect. It needs naught."

"Well, it looks good on you," Clem shows a flash of wolf fangs that often adorn a troll's mouth, "So I guess you were the only missing part." She sips and savors, "Now, I believe this is where, as a good guest, I give tid bits of info back and forth with you in all due decorum ? Shall I mention Mr. DeVere, Or Uncle Emmit's latest working? Or talk about Chase's adventure trying to make a golem out of mud, sticks, and a magic marker? Warning... that last one did not go well for her" An amused look on a mother's face.

"Oh, I must needs hear of the golem first." She leans forward, cup held in both hands.

That appears to have been the right choice, as the mother gets to take her daughter front and center ..."Oh Zara, that girl scared me, herself, and at least five crows... all started when..."

The tale is riveting, mildly disturbing, and in the end hilarious and endearing. Even Bronte is riveted

(Fade to tales players will just have to guess)