#elsewhere

It probably never occurred to her that she'd be interested in old relations that passed. Or of a mortal boy who died far too early of a childhood disease but was around long enough to meet the quiet art boy at the store now and then.

Zara asks quiet questions, gently encouraging...

Finally the bacon magic thins, but not before she learns of a boy name Mathew.

And a dog named Trap.

And a VERY Interesting olderr cousin named Thornbrew. "She was a wiccan... drove the rest of the family nuts."

"Oh, SHE sounds fun!"

"Well, you know we tend to be shaministic pagany anyway... but she insisted on musing this Wiccan coven... and because she was musing them, honored even their most new agey stuff. She said Dreamers shaped things and we had no right to look down our noses at ANY magic that worked or inspired"

"absolutely!"

"Yeah, you would have liked her" He says "Sadly, she died young. In a fight. Far from home" A sigh

"That sucks."

"Yeah.. " A sigh "Redcap corby hate group."

A soft hiss.

"Oh, the family repaid them.. didn't kill them, but lessons were learned. Uncle Emmit didn't much care for his student being... well.. you know how he is"

"That I do."

"He still has one tooth from each one in a jar"

A tiny smirk.

"I wonder if she was meant to be a namer? "

"Mayhaps."

"And maybe she will return?"

"Maybe" A smile "Could be a century, could be... well... who knows?"

And the magic ends. But she notes with pleasure that the glamour in the grease? It awaits.

A kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

"I..." A blush "Well, you're welcome but I think I've talked more in the last half hour than I have in a week. You sure I wasn't too big a chatter box?"

"I like it when you tell stories."

"Oh those were just.ramblings. Caspian, now he can tell some stories"

"I like yours better."

He kisses her cheek, "you are terribly biased"

"Shamelessly."

"oh... I forgot to wipe my lips. That wasn't a kosher kiss" He takes a napkin to his mouth, wipes and says "I better kiss the same spot a few times to purify"

"At least seven!"

And taking her hands and ... well, at least seven it shall be.

(End Scene)