#rescuemiriam

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Rage keeps her moving, despair threatens to chill it. Zara stared at the phone for a time, then rose, got the hair, the compass and began to follow

She travels veiled, lanternless... darkness is her friend and comfort now.

The darkness understands loss, who better? To have the moon stolen from you once a month? To have dark clouds s teal your stars? Earl is missing, and ... yes, the darkness understands how she feels.

The weight of the lantern in her hands is reassuring, though the handle of the knife digs against her side. 1122, at least, is a light burden.

The knife offers dark things to her, tempting her when she feels most burdened. yet even temptation is a welcome..distraction. She must focus though on the compass. The map? The map could lie. It was sent an set up by HER...

So shefollows the compass. And it leads to a trod. A silvery path that is thin, dangerously sparse of silver, but there is still some.

Her feet are sure, her balance is finely honed. She follows it like a spider climber her silk.

The compass flickers and guides, and...the thin path forks. The compass..wavers? Left or right? Left at first... but now and then it flickers right. The terrain around her is sparse patches of scrawny almost dead trees in snow. She sees snow flakes falling.

Ah, but Zara is IN the dreaming now.... she sits down at the fork, cross-legged.

"Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos... weaver-sisters, fate-spinners, shear-bearers... on silver threads I am borne, by golden threads I was called, guide me through this web, bless my path, let me see the tapestry, and that which ties my heart to his..."

OOC: Fair fortune or?

((fair fortune))

((She doesn't have augury.... yet.))

BIC: the blessing of luck bespells and... that's when she notices.. one o the snow flakes to the right is a moth! Why would a moth be... oh

"You."

The moth flutters back and forth, shrinking away at first but... not retreating fully

A defiant set of her jaw, chin cutting the air like a prow.... and she closes her eyes.

surely enough, "Are we still sisters then? "

And she opens her eyes to see Ginny

"Did you steal him?"

"What would you believe of a wretch who can never tell you truth?" she asks cautiously " I know too much, but can say only prophecy none view aright"

"Did you steal him?"

She walks up, eyes the knife...an her eyes widen "oh sweet dreaming would you hack your soul to find your heart? Sister that thing is toxin that cuts! No. I did not take your favorite pillow"

"It is mine. HE is mine."

"She will not hurt him. I will find him."

"And when you find him, you will show him a tattered shredded version of yourself, his pale princess threadworn from what dark forces she wielded... and then Golnaz will win, for you will be dead standing ."

Concern?

Yes. Concern

A flickering progression of emotions, not quite settling on any. "He needs to be saved."

A nod, "He in the tower, but a bridge of blood? That is not how to reach him. Instead think of your strengths"

"It's... for emergencies."

Zara wraps her stick-thin arms around her torso, pacing.

"May I travel to this hearthold with you?"

She turns her head, looking at the pooka.

"Would you?"

'Dreaming help the sister, who comes between you and your mister" She holds up her hands in a 'lead on' motion "Or would you prefer my back to be presented? I ask you not to use THAT ...lovely thing"

"It is not for thee."

The knife pulses, if she werr to stab the pooka the power might help her find Earl quicker.

"What should I call thee? Sister? Cassandra? Virginia, mayhaps?"

"Ginny been kicked around the block perhaps? Musical. No? Cassandra is my profession. For my prophecies alwways come true but no one understand s them. The Yellow flower hates any who share HIM soshe takes yours to lure you to her webs dire"

"Lachesis, the weaver?" She pushes the knife's demands back. It is not for her. "I am not his" her whisper turns to a hiss.

"And my eyes go green for I s urely must be aand that is why I'm trying to help" she points out, and takes the lead, exposing her winged back to Zara and heading down the left. The compas no longer turns right at all

She follows the pooka. "When did he find thee?"

"Laid in my nest, chirping cuckoo"

"i think it was but a charmed time in years"

"Golnaz did not seek to slay thee."

A laugh, bitter "You should pitch your tents more accurately"

"You are found, aye? And live yet. Are you serpent-sworn?"

"The feel of scales has brushed me so often I shudder cold, but I have yet to try on snakeskin"