#rescuemiriam

He nods in response to Zara. "More time for the Baron. More time for her to be ready."

"That, not the Baron's life - but the safety and freedom of the one you love."

August shakes his head. "No... well, yes, but she would not want to be protected. Just ready."

"Here, in this place, honesty above all - honesty in goals, honesty in purpose. Only then can we find the best solution."

"wildheart teaches you well," the candlemaker says to Zara,

She sniffs faintly. "She needn't know she is protected. You watch that which you love, and you guard it." A slight duck of her head. "He is a good teacher. I am honored to study with him."

Earl raises a brow and mutters "i should take notes."

Magnus says "What do you think Coradel would like help with to help her make it through? She's unsained, but still very bright."

"She will sorrow when the Baron is gone." A murmur. "Her Fostering has been... short. Her mentor and the baron feel she's ready, or will be, for Saining but... to rule?"

"And so - perhaps that is the solution we week, not to extend a life, but to help temper a leader."

"oh, that would be much less of a challenge," The candlemaker says, she pr he turns to the array of candles along one wall

"I said I would return with a cure, increased longevity, or a way to ease his remaining time." Stubbornly.

"You would return with aid. But you cannot change da'an like a set of linens."

"Knowing his heir will have a better chance will TOTALLY not ease his suffering, I betcha. I mean, what ruler wants to find out his succession wil lbe successsful? You never get on HBO THAT way"

Tiffany says

August looks to Zara. "I said, in writing; a cure, increased longevity, or ease."

Magnus blinks, "it's a grocery list, not a bloody oath."

"Aye - listen to the pooka. Ease his troubled spirit, as the poppy eases his body's aches."

The Sidhe squares his shoulders and turns to the Namer. "My Lord, I have listened to my friends, and I value their concern. I made no oath; only a promise. A promise I must keep, or remain here in the Dreaming. A cure, longevity, or ease. Can you help me?"

A soft huff of frustration. "Meshugas."

"Took the words from my mouth," Tiffany says to Zara

"Well, I certainly don't wish to have a sidhe lingering about the place for that long," the Master Namer says drily, "but the boggan might get sympathetic if you pawed at the gate after I cast you out. i have something that can help him. It is only an ease. " He reaches for a black candle, "Despite its sinister reputation, black candles are not 'evil'. indeed, they are ideal for drawing in negative energies away from others . This particular had wax made from a very special tallow that will ease his mind. the price for this is much less. No love or faith or court required. i will gladly give it to you in exchange for a great secret , a boon later when I call on you, or the first half of your true name."

"Forgive the question, Master, but the other two options are not available?" Politely.

"Cure, or longevity?" He clarifies.

The candlemaker looks at Zara, "is he always so difficult or is this merely an off day for him?"

a bit blunt for a sluagh, but the man/woman is a recluse

"Honesty, Truthbranch. You must acknowledge what you truly seek - not words, words are lies."

"You promised what you thought was the answer, what you thought was the goal - but you were not honest with yourself. You cannot falter, not here, not in this company. Not if you love her."

August starts to retort with a frown but stops and bows his head, thinking. He looks up at the Namer. "Master, could I ask you for both what I promised to, and for what Zara suggests? A way to help Coradel be ready?"

"The ease I offer, and it is 'just' an ease" a touch prickly about something the candlemaker is, "plus something to help Coradel be ready? yes. I can get you that. It would take either two of the mentioned prices or your true full name in payment."

August swallows, but nods. "I can offer only my own secrets."

"Or half of my name," Magnus says "She's dear to me too. Would that be allowed, Candle maker?"

"No, Magnus." Quietly.

"Not entirely your choice, August," He reminds.

Zara frowns, watching the sidhe.

"Indeed not, the choice is mine on reward or price to accept, others may offer as they wish" the candlemaker says, "Sir August. You come dangerously close to offending me, but i forgive the lovesick much. Half of your true name, half of his. And you will get the two candles spoken of." a pause, "and a third candle for one of your group of... lesser power , something more akin to the cookies I sense some of you have taken. " He gestures to a another row, "The first to speak will..." //Tiffany grabs one with wavey watering patterns and hour glass designs, "This one. Temporary right? Because I totally plan to use this to take over the world."

....A sigh as the pooka snatches.

Tiffany sticks her tongue out at Zara when she thinks the Namer isn't looking and makes 'jangly key' motions as a reminder that someone else grabbed first earlier. Magnus laughs a bit

Earl rolls his eyes at the pooka and gives a comforting hand to Zara, "Petty pooka"

August seems troubled, shifting where he stands.

"I will go first, then."

Zara sneaks out a black tongue back at the pooka.

The namer doesn't seem to see this either as he reaches for another candle. Earl on the other hand whispers, "Oh dear." as it may turn into a raspberry wars between the two

A small little candle is brought out, and lit, "Blow this out, Sir August."

August nods, steps over, and takes a breath before whispering, and then blowing out the candle.

OOC But, since there's a sluagh in the room who'd hear it anyway.... *Grin*

OOC: More than one

OOC Oh, he meant the Namer to hear it.

Zara.... listens.