#rescuemiriam

"Oh, " He grins "I'm sorry, for me I.. well, distrust of nobles is a fact of life for me. I'm speaking of commoner namers only."

She relaxes. "Aye, that would be better."

"You see, the nobles know that if they have a monopoloy on Sainers, the commoners have to turn to them only for the ritual. I don't need to tell you how that might cement their power? But among the otther kithain, we defy this underground like. Every kith has a right to a namer of their own if you ask. Troll, Sluagh, pooka or what not."

She nods. "Like with Ice. He would never have allowed a sidhe."

"Exactly, that young man could have gone mad all because he felt trapped with no options. One of the reasons I'm teaching you is because young sluagh should have someone they understand and can entrust. Your kith, they have very elaborate manners, yes? In their own way?"

She nods. "Particularly with each other. Formalities must be observed."

"Exactly, and while I am proud and honored to tend to any sluagh who needs to be sained, I understand and respect they have their own ways. They shouldn't come to me out of desperation, they should come to me because they prefer and trust me. So it's best they have a few of their own so they have a real choice." A wink "No pressure."

She rasps a not-laugh and grins. "None at all"

Clem laughs, "Spring arts are looking mighty good now."

She looks up, biting on her lower lip. "Seasonal arts..."

"Now darling, don't be like the dog that picks up five rabbits and tries to chase them all and gets none," Emmit advises, "Each in time."

"I know. And Naming first. It... the Dreaming was a strange trip."

"Stirred up a bit I hear," Clem says gently, "For the better I hope?"

"I think!"

emmit clears his throat and Clem quiets... "Now on the tail end of things is the ability to reweave. This is what terrifies all about namers. It's not easy, but you can change the courts or very legacies of a soul or even transform a museum into a bowling alley."

"I heard about that. The Dragon, she was rewoven."

"Some assume it's the ultimate escape clause, I've seen folks ungeased by reweaving, but there are some who would claim the cure is as as bad as what it's curing, especially if not done right. Your lady Dragon could tell you how much she was changed on it... one change leading to another, then another like dominos inside you. Your building blocks no longer in the same pattern at all"

She nods. "It's.. horrifying, to become another person. You would not know who you were. If you could ever be who you were meant to be."

"I have to warn you, in case I have not mentioned it ... we Namers police each other. We cannot afford those who twist names lightly or causally to be roaming around. More than one abuser of the power no longer.. well,let's just say they received what they gave three fold."

"Only fair. It is too dangerous to go unchecked... and.. ah. This is why others must know about me."

"I'm afraid so," Emmit says glad she gets it, "We are each others failsafes."

"And so, in part, I am now watching you?"

Clem's eyes widen as if Zara had just told Moses she better not see him tinkering with those tablets for personal gain.

Emmit stares at her, then laughs, turning his head so the bark of it doesn't hurt her ears, "Now watching... me..oh my. You know, I don't think I've ever had a student that came to that conclusion." A slap on the knee then a wolf grin, "Yes, I suppose so. Once you are a true namer, just because I will have been your mentor, does not make me above some things that we in the trade must abide by. And even in the now, you have a right to consider what I do through your own moral lens. Your conscience is part of who you are. I'm not just teaching some 'segment' of you. But, of course, that means you're getting the good n bad of me as a teacher in return."

"I'd expect nothing less. Alas, that is also what I may offer in return, as a student."

"She don't eat much," Clem adds.

Emmit chuckles at Clem, "Clem, she's already got the job of being my student, no need to gild the lily." Then he nods to Zara, "Sounds fair to me. Clem tells me your family is good folk, even if she's now scared of ever going to a baseball game with them."/Clem blushes.

"Baseball is serious business. And yes... I love my family dearly. Thank you, Clem, for doing so well with them."

"Ohshoot, I just hope I din't make any trouble for you." Clem says still lightly blushing.

"Nothing big, not really. Just another volley in the great Mets-Yankee feud."

"Bad time to mention the Cubs then?" Emmit says straight forward

"Ehhhh. Cubs. Bubkes."

"I'm sticking to basketball" Clem declares, "It may have elbows in the face, but it's more peaceful."

"Oh, that's just my family. You should see what happens if you put on the toilet paper backwards..."

"As long as they put the seats down," Clem's eyes darken

Emmit coughs

"We might be getting off the subject of naming," Emmit suggests

"Fair enough."

"Sorry," Clem says

"Now, Zara, to start your lessons going. I want you to find 100 words for the word 'Truth'. Break out your Roget's or other languages . If you know any Lore about Golems , you know what a powerful word Truth is."

The last from Emmit

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"And that, aye, is a story I know well."

"I thought it might be... that's your first 'homework'... " A smile

"Apt, sir."

"Clem, about Spring.. I want you to find a seed, a baby bird, and a piece of music that makes you think of Spring."

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