#kc_necropolis

Firnost seems eternal, sidhe ladies chatting over wine about how enlightened they are to be here in a commoner hold. Satyrs lamenting how their passion isn't appreciated. A surprisingly short supply of boggans , and sluagh in the rafters and library hissing when the jukebox gets loud.

A certain Wingback, the original, is empty. Like a throne deserted to time

Dusty?

A bit.

Not a full layer, but a light dusting.

There is a flushing sound.

And Earl and Zara enter in. "I still think those trods are undignified"

"Tis the nature of Firnost."

"I suppose so." He says.

This is Me, starts to play from the Jukebox, at a lower volume than usual, perhaps aware of a sluagh nearby

Earl smiles at that, "Should we get tea from the gauntlets?"

"Oh, there was a kettle..."

"Shall we check the kitchen for it?" He puts a bit of money in the fund box

"Aye"

And to the kitchen they go. The kitchen appears well stocked, mostly with fresher fare (Too fresh for sluagh taste), but there is some clearly aged to sluagh preferences too. Including a fuzzy jello.

And yes, a tea kettle, worn but cared for.

Zara finds the tea supplies, with a practiced air

She finds a note in a familiar script 'To Firnost Tea drinkers, please enjoy, Signed Gerd Hornshield'

And a fine selection... some of which Zara introduced Gerd to. Clearly the younger witch is paying it forward

Zara prepares a selection she knows will also appeal to Earl.

Earl says "Should I get some crumpets? Looks like they have crumpets"

"Scones?"

He checks "We have scones. They're aged to your prefernce. Shall I have a crumpet while you have some scones?"

"Delightful, aye."

And those are gathered, and soon the tea is ready as well

It is possible a spider or two has come along.

Doubtless - 1122 is catching up with his brood-siblings.

Indeed, for him, it is something of a homecoming. Earl watches him go off and smiles "I hadn't thought of that. Probably been a while for him. You think they realize what an adventurer he is?"

"I honestly don't know. Thirteen is a homebody, most of her brood stay here..."

"So they do," He says as they sit down at the wingback and a nearby chair that can handle him, "I'll understand if you need to vanish a bit to see if Thirteen is in, but until then, shall I pour?"

She settles into her wingback. "Please."

And he does, smiling, "This takes me back. This is where I first saw you"

"I first saw you when you were painting. In the garden."

"My muse in the moonlight" A sip

and a smile "I sometimes wonder how many times you watched me without me knowing? or still do ? It makes me feel very loved to wonder about"

"Ohhh, you have no idea how often."

"And you are correct, I like it that way."

A deep chuckle at that, "Keep your secrets"

In a faux frodo voice

A wee grey smile.

"I would not know if it meant lessening your delight. My joy is knowing you watch me like you watch no other. I am yours to watch as you will. "

"Aye." VERY pleased.

A trollish smile. "And I in turn, will hunt no other. You are the only light over dark river that lures me."

"Good. For I am a rather jealous creature."

"You have no rivals, but I am flattered," A sip.

A look about and a smile "I recall August sitting over there. Studious as always. But you had a way of drawing he and I out"

"Oh, August." A soft smile. "I was a very silly girl."

"Well, at least you made sure Coradel was worthy of him" A wink

Then gently, "And you are not silly. I have it on good authority you're a fiendish underbeast, a shadow, and a witch" his eyes sparkle

"They are well matched."