#scarsdale

"Tziporrah." he cocks a plumed eyebrow and rakes his gaze over her critically.

"I hadn't guessed Eshu... but..."

The girl looks a the nocker's visae "Sir? you have.. stuff on your face?" the loops and such

well, Nnocker marks

Meannwhile Hannna is fussin "I'm not Dreamstruck... really... "

"You want some, paint your own, these designs are -mine-....."

"I'm ready for my close up, Mister DeMille" Hannah says ...perhaps just to alarm Ratchet. "I'm kiddin I'm kidding"

while Tiziporrah blushes "I'm sorry, Mr. Himmel... Mr. Ratchet"

Then the Eshu looks at Zara, "Zara? What's going on?"

"Ah. Well. It was going to happen, sooner or later..."

"Best to happen with company."

"The alarms went off, Zara."

"You are not mad, you are not cursed, this is... a blessing, in the midst of such sorrow. It is likely why you escaped, for you have a gift of luck. To be where you need to be."

"Aye. Chrysalis. Tziporah is of the Lovinger family down the street. Mama and Papa took her in. She is recently returned from the hospital, and that place would chill any soul..."

"Company? We had Nazis for company... there I was, daintily dining on a macaroon and loss, when suddenly, in the middle of my kvetching comes a surge of .. a life and not a happy moment add, the Iron crosses and the shackles and the hey hey hey, and I've got a knife... and I cut more sour krauts than a vegan deli... while you call them nasty names... then suddenly, the room has crazy stuff poppin out and stomping more of those putz... and it's crazy and dangerous and part of me is loving it... which is not healthy I'm sure, and you tell me I'm an Eshu... but all I can think is what's that when it's at home? And what a great story this is when I should be asking for ritalian"

"Hmmph. Heard about that tsuris."

It would appear that already the girl is gaining a nneed to add narrative

"Aye. I sensed the magic in her, and... well..." Unsaid I wanted to KNOW

The old man rolls his eyes, much put-out. "Of course you did."

"Well what? Did what?" Tziphorah asks

"I was not expecting a fourth reich to spring up in the sewing room, Ratchet."

"And we tended it. And the wards, also."

Ratchet turns to shout down the stairwell towards the living room "HIRIM!! THEY'RE FINE!!"

Then immediately "Sorry, Princess."

"BUT CONFUSED!" the eshu calls after ,then blinks "ohm.. are we not supposed to yell?"

Zara winces at the shout.

Stomping on the stairs, heading up.

"Ratchet, she's a mensch - one of the Righteous. She... before... her soul, in another life..."

"Why are you whispering?" She whispers to Zara

"We were worried, Zara. The alarms went off, you know why we put them in."

"Aye. But it is well. She is a strong fledge. But her last life was during the Shoah."

"The awakening brought back dark dreams."

Hirim hoves into view, scowling. As usual.

Zara waves sheepishly at her uncle.

"I'm.. sorry?" Tiziporrah says

"I didn't mean to cause trouble I just.." She shrugs "The cookies rreminded me of my Bubbe"

"Good. It is good to remember those we've lost."

"You're ok, Zara?" Hirim checks.

"Aye, Hehe. The wards took care of the danger."

"And see? A mitzvah. A fledge."

Tiziporrah is examined again, with a sharp gaze and sour expression. "Still got the receipt?"

"One of the RIghteous, Uncles." Firmly.

"I remember her. She helped smuggle refugees past the lines, across the river - to life, to salvation. At risk to her own life and freedom."

"That is the soul she bears."

"Mmph." the old man shrugs "Fine, she can stay."

A look down at herself "Righteous? I .. that.. well, yes but ... that wasnnn't quite ME I.." confusion "I..she had help"

"It was and was not. Being a changeling is complicated."

"What, you think anyone does anything on their own? Delusions, this one...."

Her glamour seems healthy, strong and fresh, tinged with sadness, but as the old man gets to lecturing "Okay okay, I hear you.. I won' do humlity again if it's offending you"

she looks down at her new skirt/dress, and gives it a bit of a twirl, 'hey.. neat"