#fenixtj

"Does... does he need his people, his kind of Glamour?"

"Perhaps," he nods "I'd like to get him to my pool. I'm stronger there. I can read more of him"

"Baron, can we borrow some transportation?"

"Take who you need to make it easier, Baroness. If you wish to take him by car ask the steward for a key and take your pick. If you wish to take him by the trod, then whatever thanes you wish will aid. This man has..." Realization "Saved me. I am... surprised. I cannot speak for all Nunnehi, even our allies, but... I trust Otem. And he is always welcome here"

"You are correct, Baron, and I thank you for it." To Fontaine "Why don't you head back, and I'll be along as quick as we can. Would he do better by mortal streets or Trod?"

"Mortal streets" Fontaine says "This is something about his internal glamour. I don't want the pure dreaming to amplify that until I understand it" The normally easy going and even distracted Oread is now all business.

"A car then." And Jessica makes arrangements, carries Otem herself, and gently loads him in hte car after making her fairwell to the Baron and the Freehold she has come to know better.

He's a big fellow, but she's a troll. She can handle the lifting

The Baron sees she gets help, and inclines his head to the countess

And soon, she is driving with Otem (And possibly Phobos, Demos, and or Jack) back home

Actually, she directs those gents to see to transferring the prisoners to Fenix with the understanding that the Baron will get his duel. Maybe at The Pitt? TBD.

They go to do so

And she gets Otem and herself back to Fenix, and to Fontaine.

Fontaine went ahead by trod and waits for them, getting Otem to the water

Jess wades in, regardless of her clothes.

"Interesting, he's flushing from... oh.. oh my. Countess, feel him, then feel the balefire, please?"

Puzzled, she puts the back of her hand on Otem's forehead, then turns her attention and thoughts to the Balefire.

He's..drawing from the balefire. That's not supposed to be possible for Nunnehi. Oh she can stop it. She rules here. She is bound, but he's drawing from the balefire as gently as any of her other subjects that lives here

Jess considers him a part of Fenix, and due the right to the 'Fire. "Huh." nonplussed, she looks at Fontaine. "That's... unusual."

"Isn't it... impossible?" Fontaine inquires

"Um." she gestures to Otem "Apparently not?"

"neat" Fontaine finally says "Should we get your Seer on this? Tito-Woden might figure it out"

"Yes, of course." She sends someone to go get Tito-Woden, and stays with Otem.

"Oh, and see if Jonny Twofeathers is here and can come!" she calls.

"Yes, Countess" the messanger calls out and races off

Tito Woden shows up immediately. Sometimes exagerating his abilities at first, the wilder troll has grown into the role, and he moves to tend the floating Otem

"He's drawing from the Bale, Tito-Woden. And... we didn't think Nunnehi could do that."

Tito nods and casts an omen on him... waiting

Then he blinks and his eyes widen

"Jessica... he's been changed, by magic. He's no longer a nunnehi. He's become kithain"

"Shit."

She rubs the base of her horns.

"It's amazing" the seer says "He can't glean glamour from nature anymore but he can balefire. I didn't know this was possible"

Fontaine isn't as excited, "He's giong to be very distraught. "

"And his people are going to have apoplexy." she sighs "So... how do we wake him up? Does he just need to sleep it off?"

"His soul is acclimating" TIto Woden says, then ponders "We might be able to undo this before it finishes. But we'd need a master namer."

"That would mean involving the Duke, and possibly higher."

"What of our allies outside the Duchy?" Tito inquires

"Hm." She nods slowly "Yes. I ... I know someone we could ask. But does he -want- this, or does he want to stay Nunnehi?"

OOC AFK a bit.

"By the time he wakes to ask, it maybe too late" Tito woden says "Unless... mmm dreamcraft. We could talk to him while he sleeps and ask"

"I don't have Dreamcraft. Does anyone else here? Damn it, we -really- have to get a good census....."

"I know someone here has it, " TIto considers "Perhaps Scribe Constance has it on record?"

"Can you go and ask her?" with a worried glance at Otem.

TIto nods "With haste" And he moves quickly

Jess... frets. Quietly, but frets nevertheless.

Finally, Constance comes in "I have the list. Remember you asked me to keep tabs if I could?"

"I do, yes, thank you." She sloshes over, leaving Otem in Fontaine's care for the moment.

"Maybe you should read it to me."

"The Master of Dreamcraft, not of our hold, is Olgar Davidson, Rover. He's the most skilled so I mention it" she says reading, "However. two other practioners are our Troubadour Bevera and... Ariel DeBuke"