#elsewhere

"Oh...I'm not sure...do you have a suggestion?"

"Ah. Well."

"There is a woman who has always been a light... she, ah, is recently in the public awareness for helping to fund research for a vaccine. Perhaps something about, or by, her? She is a musician."

"Oh? Sounds like a good option. And timely." She eats a bit more, then says, "You have been busy the last few days. All is well?"

"Yes! Yes, all is well. Just... trying to get ahead in school and keep everything else moving."

"Yes, it's a challenge. And yet, as I pointed out to Adam the other day, it can be a satisfying challenge."

"How is he?" Serious.

"Well...did I tell you about the letter from the Farm? I'm sure I did. He was being a pill to everyone, according to their Chieftain. I had a talk with him about how to hold a conversation. With any luck, it will prove helpful."

"You did tell me and yes. I hope it will help." He agrees. "How did your conversation go?"

"You have hopes?"

"Well..." She shrugs and tears a bit off her garlic bread. "He succeeded in speaking in complete sentences, and that made him moderately tolerable by comparison. "

"It is difficult for mortals to see Sidhe, to interact with them if they are enchanted. Adam is... nominally? Mortal. A Sidhe soul but bound, yet."

"Well, maybe it's all too much for him," she suggests lightly. "Maybe he ought to go live with the mortals until he...sprouts."

"Deny him Right of Resuce?" August looks at her, puzzled.

"For his own good? If living among fae is difficult...and he is not exactly fae yet, is he?" she points out reasonably.

"Coradel, you've granted him the rights of any other Fae." reasonably "If you deny him now...."