#scarsdale

A smile. "So - you could visit more or less openly, and I shall sneak behind you."

"Okay, but just so you know, I don't normally share this much information. A lot of stuff is on an Eilu-need-to-know-basis, meaning I'm an Eiluned, so I need to know. Others not so much"

earl smirks at that

"Aye. But a clever Eiluned fosters contacts, nu? A what say the Moon and Stars of a sluagh's information?"

"That sluagh can be sneaky, deceptive, and have their own agendas but if a Sluagh tells you their information is the truth, it's the truth. " He nods "Besides.. you've been nice and 1122 vouches for you. Okay yes. I'll act as decoy"

She taps her nose and smiles.

Earl nods "Becareful, the lot of you"

"Aye."

And soon Zara is slipping into the hold she once knew so well as a shy mouse, a meek mary, little duster

She follows Nelson - letting him 'sneak' and draw whatever attention may come first.

And Nelson makes a distraction.. sneaking ahead sometimes.. and other times popping out and waving at ggurads "Hello. I'm playing Red Herring. It's a fun game. You want to play?"

They chuckle, and tell him they don't have time.

Nelson waves "Okay bye" and slips closer and closer to the Orrery

He whispers "sometimes if you put the letter in open sight, it's the last things folks figure out

"

"Very astute, Squire."

And they get to the Orrery itself. Two keen eyed thanes who seem a lot less inclined to play are standing there.

The Eiluned boy makes a gesture

Annd chants "Who watches the watchman? The shadow knows. " and casts

And suddenly the thanes turn on each other

"Hey you?" one asks the other

"I'm going to need to know your purpose, sir?" the other insists

Each apparently thinking the other is a stranger

And NOW is Zara's chance to get right pas them with ease

Indeed!

Going near the orreary, She slithers up and around it, winding with almost spiderlike grace

She can see the gears and clackers, the tiny teeth extra installed

And she kens. Naming magic...she's certain

Zara works a complex pattern, chalking seals around herself... a veil, and inside the veil, an omen on the Naming cantrip.

for a moment, Zara feels a wave of annoyance with nnobles. ALL nobles .They really are vexing. The good ones seem to be clueless, the worst ones? Monsters. why is she always getting their bacon out of the fire? She's not even ALLOWE Bacon annd.. she snaps out of it.realizign things are two fold

there is a failsafe for those get that get this close, to make them resent nobles.

And then there is the blazing nickname casting all over the county 'All Titled Entitled'

And the omen is ..well, darn clear as omens go! Guillotines, Les Mes playing... this is the goal, this is the effect, this is what the namer wanted!

For the nobles to forget their limits so they had to be put down!

And there is the image of a knocker hammering, weaving, and her product? Bloody democracy!

"Feh. The means matter!"

She frowns as she contemplates this - this seems an abuse of the Art, the kind she was warned about.

It is.. and whoever is behind this, she suspects they are not as advanced. Else there would be better wards against physical investigation

The thanes have snapped out of it.

Zara eyes the works and gears... no strong wards against physical investigation, and, likely, no protections against physical interference. She looks for a weak point, a place to, rather literally, gum up the works. It is complex and delicate machinery... a hair pin or a rock placed just so COULD grind it to a stop...

Zara finds the point.. placing a small item.. untill the gear unexpectedly turns.. and her fingers get snagged.. and gripped... she must not cry out in pain but it's threatening to crush her hand. Her one chance is to squirm through it!

Zara gets a tour of the orrey as she is suddenly in it's gears ...sucked through small pipes, spun, shaken, and poured out. This is completely undignified! And there is, modernist or not, an aristocratic part of her that is glad no one is bearing witness, otherwise she might have to arrange for their demise.. or at least silence. Oh crap. Choppers. She twists around.

As this embarrassing event goes on.. she realizes she mmight have another chance to mess with the system. After all, she underrstands it even better now. But it is a gamble

Very undignified.

BUT.

She mustn't let the opportunity go to waste.

A rivet taken from there, then put down here... and... it starts to click and grind!

And Zara spills out

She quivers gently as she re-combobulates. Oof.

"what the.." The thanes are not deaf ..and they look up "The Orrery, it's about to..."