#scarsdale

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Zara thrashes and tosses in her bed, the dream frenzied, but not..not unpleasant. Sensations of hands worshiping her, lips tasting her , and two sets of eyes roaming along her body as two men, her troll and...

she wakes up , straight up in her bed. Two??

Zara frowns, rubbing at her eyes... two?

Her mind searches for the other's face, her memory somewhat blocked by the shock. She would never consider (Would she?) ...Earl would never accept (Would he?) Oh my.

She rakes back her bangs and lets out a soft huff. A dream.

It must be, she's warded and..wait, there's glamour about.

She can ken it.

She tilts her head... and focuses...

The glamour was...hers?

This is her glamour, her working

but she's no idea what the working was, or how

A shake of her head, and a frown.

Zara gets up, padding barefoot over to her vanity. There is some rummaging in draws before she produces a handful of herbs - mint and verbena and a cone of incense.

"Dreams are but fire and air, ephemeral, fleeting... real one moment, and turned to memories in one heart's beating..." She sets the cone on a little brass stand and lights it, surrounding it with the other herbs.

"But glamour, my glamour, was there... show me its truth, writ by smoke in the air..."

A conscious working as images flow before her eyes, the omens falling into place like pieces to a grand puzzle

She sees images of her troll, her lover...a strange sword swings down, and cleaves him in twain! But...rather than wounding him, it divides? there are two Earls...

She tilts her head - she has, of course, read stories of such things. Duplicates and clones and split-souls and twins.... "But how is this my working?"

It's possible it isn't, and rather her protectivness of Earl allowed her to omen it happening even in her sleep. Or perhaps she will be the cause. And that... that troubles her.

"I wouldn't."

And then a buzz on her cellphone. It is Earl

The soothsayer mistrists the timing. She picks up the phone. "Aye?"

"Hey, Zara, it's me. Could you meet me in Firnost?"

"...Firnost? Aye.."

"Thanks I'm...kind of wounded. Don't tell Clem. SHe'll want to know why"

Earl hears The Hiss. "I'll be right there."

"Yes, I'm gonna get a lecture aren't I?"

"Be RIGHT there..." click.

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