#scarsdale

A knock on Zara's window.

For a moment, Earl contemplates portal passaging through, but first, it's rude. Second, while he is nromally 'cleared' through the wards, THAT Might set them off.

The window gently unlatches

"My Hunter, you may spook a hind, giving yourself away so..."

"This is where I quote Pet Cemetary" He says flying in front of his window" He smiles "Spooking is the point isnt' it?"

"Truth." She leans out as far as she may to kiss the airborne troll.

He returns the kiss, as if her lips gave him flight far more than any cantrip, and strokes her hair, then "Very nice. I bring news. "

"News?" Her eyes sparkle. "Aye - in, in!"

He flies in, hand hooking around her waist, "Clem DeBuke is to be made Chief, this you know. It's happening soon. You areo ne of the few non DeBukes invited. Oh, and she's been testing us. DeBukes have been scattered to various holds , some using their names others not on Pennons and clobbering various sidhe lords when they can, or at least testing themselves....should I keep going?"

"Always. Oh, she'll need a present. Mayhaps The Prince... or some Seneca? Trolls ARE stoic..." She catches Earl's hand, pulling him towards 'his' chair.

"Oh yes, nary a passionate eyebrow lift," He lets himself be pulled, and tries to arrange so as he falls into the chair she falls into his lap. "Not sure if you went to that county event, but apparently Clyde , you remember my cousin Cyde, big as a glacier sweet as a sunflower, but about as smart as a rock? Seems Clyde walloped the Baroness Coradel at least once."

She does fall in his lap, and then rests her head on his shoulder. "Oh, delightful..."

"It isn't that I dislike her, per se, but I do delight when her ego gets bruised."

A chuckle, "I suppose i shoudl tutt tutt, but i imagine she'll survive an ego brusing. Perhaps it's the season on me too. I find myself delighting in your vices as much as your virtues." He enjoys the feel of her upon him. "Oh uhm, your cantrip gave Doyle some trouble."

An eyebrow. "Oh? Just desserts may be less than sweet, I'm sure..."

"Well, his reputation got smashed and no ne is believing him. " A sigh "Apparently he got hired by a guy who funds bans on gay marriage politics, but he didn't realize it.. Well, it got outted and there was this gay pride float he crashed and no one believes him that either is an accident DESPItE his own ffunding of various LGBT causes. Oh, and Viola punched him "

A frown. "That was not my casting."

"Oh?" He does not doubt her, but she caan see his curiousity "Zara, do you think someone else whammied him?"

"Perhaps? I could check... a scry, an omen, see his da'an."

"I, myself - I bade that he would reap as he had sown, that he would be judged by his kith by his lover's friends..."

"Well, other satyrs refuse to talk to a homophobe so that fits, but your'e right, it shouldn't have spread that wild. Your choice, lover. I know he annoys you, but i you'd look into it I would appreciate it. Half the rent rides on him"

"No, it doesn't fit the spirit at all. How is calling him a homophobe judging him as a satyr? Nay, to call him too lustful, too infidelous... too hairy..."

A nod, he snuggles, "I just created a distraction for you when I should be keeping you to myself, didn't I?"

"You did. Did... was there aught like I described? Friends of a lover trying to persuade them to greener pastures?"

"Oh yes, he lost his current girlfriend too. Of course, he's a satyr and they're not big in 'single only'"

"And see, that fits - aye?"

"Aye," he nods "So either he's just having the worst bad luck..or someone ELSE Foul FOrtuned him"

"I augered. More controlled."

"Hm." She pops up to her feet and stalks over to her vanity. Some rummaging produces an envelope.

He watches her move, sorry she is out of his grasp, but adming 'Augery, I remember when you thought you might never get there"

"Well, I have good teachers..." She sits in her purple wingback before pulling out a small tuft of dark hair.

'mmm I would ssay you were an amazing student. Uncle Emmit thinks so too and he ought to know"

"I hope to be worthy! Though, oh - I shall find a way to the Library yet..."

"One day, I'm going to get a collection of the oldest grandest books I can find" he watches her "I'm going to scatter them gently on the floor, and I'm going to make love to you on it. Outrage or desire or both, the passions it stirs should be incredible"

A raspy giggle. "But they would get damp! Rake!"

His eyes light up at her giggle, "Nothing I'm sure we couldn't work on ...after" A wink "And yes I guess the season is upon me, either that or your hunter has grown very brazen"

"Well, either or both, I enjoy this side. We'll know for sure when you break out that coat I adore..."

"I assure you, it's well preserved and waiting" He moves from his chair to take a kiss from her, not shy in the slightest, "I knwo you have been busy scrying, but perhaps a night dressed in our finest somewhere has merit? We could walk by rivers as city lights collect like fireflies in the reflection of the dark water. We could slip into theaters and observe from balconies that are suposeed to be closed off as the show goes on quietly below"

"I would like that. I miss that. I fear I may be too reclusive for your tastes, of late..."

"I am watching him, catching him - seeing his habits, his associates... your Uncle's charm is a great boon, he has not seen me."

"Ah, it is your nature and your need and I know I am selfish" He shrugs then listens "Good I try not to voice my fears, but you know better than I the dangers of ggrandeur. is there some way I can help?"

"Be thee. Be thee, and torment me and chase me and distract me."

"Oh, then I would be mineself a hundred lives if thou were presence in each. The sway of thy willow form against the moonlight casts shadows that brand my heart." He kisses her again "Then I will take you away, the MET I think, and we shall make a game of it, going places 'not open' . I will taste your lips beneath the view of works of art few have seen"

She smiles at that, and leans in to steal a kiss. "Lovely. But now - patience, aye? I would cast. Doyle vexes me, but..."

"Patience," He agrees, "But my eyes will be on you while you work. Fear not, I can watch the prize of my desire very quietly. I learned from the best"

She ducks her head. "I love to watch you work, aye. The susurration of the brush on canvas, the coalescing of form, like seeing mist clear..."

"And I will love watching you, poised lilke a mantis in preyer over your magicks" Assurance, hunger in his eyes, but he summons the resolve his kith is known for, even the unseelie. And he quiets to watch

And as the witch works her magic, her lover drinks the sight of his muse in with thirsty eyes.

(End Scene)