#scarsdale

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The bookmobile lands with a pop

"Well, kind of takes the fun out of the journey" Fahdalia says looking out the driver window

"I appreciate your sacrifice in the name of expediency."

"I must say, though... this is an admirable vehicle. I would not think of a great trek crossroads, personally, but.. this... aye, I could see the appeal." Sluagh are rather noted homebodies.

"Well, I think the fact one can take tehir books with them makes a great deal of difference when traveling." She smiles "But thank you" A look and "That house yours?" She points to the residence of her home

Zara nods. "I am curious what makes it obvious..."

"Part kenning, part just felt like the end of a journey and the start of a new one" She drives up to it gently

"Fair enough. I will admit - begrudgingly, as a sluagh must - that I am less knowledgeable about your kith. Our paths cross scarcely. But... I owe Tziporah, nu? Or perhaps she owes me, perhaps there is no debt... but..." Zara shrugs. "I wish to do right by her. Da'an has placed her here."

"Well, that's no fault of yours, we princess of the road tend to be happiest moving about stopping only to gather or spread stories where we take center stage, you ladies of the shadowy havens prefer to set up a private area and if someone is brave enough to seek you out, maybe you'll listen if they're lucky. No wonder we don't know each other well as kiths go," A pondering "I have to get to know Tziporah, what can you tell me about her? "

"She is one of the Righteous. Though she knows it not, for it was not this life. Her spirit is noble, she was a saviour of lives."

"Righteous, like.. holocaust?"

"Before the Crime, she was loved. Restless, aye - for this was stirring within her. She felt ill-fitting in her skin, out of place in her home - but that is our way, nu? And yet, even then, she was loved and did love. I did not know her well, before. And her actions now must needs move through the veil of grief and loss."

Her brows go up, impressed

Zara gums her lip and nods. "Aye. She guided those who would be slaughtered through fire and water, to sanctuary. Though not of the People, she risked herself to save them."

"And now she is of the people, mmm well, kind of fits... I believe 'the people' know a bit about wandering" A nod "And she was loved, good. That helps shape someone right"

Zara nods. "Aye. We do."

"She does not yet have justice. The Crime was for selfish, petty, venal reasons." The sluagh simmers with quiet wrath.

"You are ... providing justice?"

"We are educating him. There is no justice here - the dead are dead. The hope is he will be driven to reveal himself."

"Until then, he shall find no rest."

A nod, gentle "Sounds like quite the story." She takes her seat belt off now that they are in the driveway

"Over money." She spits out the word, like... well, for a sluagh, like it was a perfectly fresh pastry.

"Can you climb? Not that Mama wouldn't welcome you, but then there would be much fuss and she would insist on feeding you..."

"I can hopscotch, never got as far as your boo," A nod, no smile while talk of murder for money is in the air, "I understand poor, I don't understand killing folks. I hope you teach him good, child"

Zara leads Fahdalia to the oak - climbing up it to her window. The eshu may climb or hopscotch after the sash is opened.

Once it is open, she hopscotches to the ledge. Because she is invited, the security does not go off... wards and all

Fahdlia looks about at the room "This is a book lover's room sure enough."

Zara smiles. "Librarian, nu?"

"Yes' A chuckle, and then, more formally, she says "I thank you for entry into your home and haven, I am a guest and will act as an honorable one to thee and thine, any who would harm those under your roof are as an enemy to me while I am here."

Zara places a hand on her chest in acknowledgement.

"As host, you are welcome to our salt and bread, and I swear to protect you from harm. Come, let us see Tziporah."

Fadaliah smiles "Lets'"

Zara leads the eshu to the sewing room, and raps gently on the door.

They move to Tziporah's room , what was once a sewing room, and there's a tapping, then 'oh yes, a moment please, Hannah"

"Tis Zara. And a friend."

"Oh, Zara, you're back," Tapping (Keyboard?_) then a click and... the door opens "Hey, it's good to see you again, Zara. Your mom is so nice but oy, she's gonna make me so fat if she gets her way"

"Well..." She considers a response, then concedes with a shrug. "Aye."

There is a lap top, second hand, on the girl's small desk, currently closed

Tziporah blinks as she sees the older Eshu, aware that this is a woman who is... in many ways the same "Oh, Hello, you must be Zara's friend. I'm Tziporah. Warm roads and gentle breezes to you" A pause "What did I Say that?"

Octa scuttles quietly to find 1122, and consult.

Oh you would not believe what's happened here... Eshu aren't slaugh but they get into a lot and already act reckless. She almost testedd the wards again

"Memories, Tziporah. Your soul is older than you know. This is Fahdalia, she is also an Eshu."

"And, mayhaps, can spin a clearer narrative than mine Uncles. They do mean well, but must needs speak in their... ah... idiom."

Fahdalia smirks at the idiom word, then returns to Tziporah "Warm roads and gentle breezes to you also, kith sister, I see some of the rom in you, and that is a proud thing. What would you know of the kith that now steps out from the recess of your spirit?"

"Everything," Tziporah says "You have the stories? I mean.... I get what Master Hirim and Ratchet say when they say we're 'fickle headed foot thinkers with eternally open mouths'.... even if it's rude, but they're giving me details. I just... where are the stories of who we are?"

"Right here," Fahdalia smiles "If I might have a seat, and a drink to keep my throat wet, I will tell you. It's long, and glorious, and still not ended for it is our story and we are here too. " A look to Zara "I may take it from here if you like?"

Tziporah motions to offer her elder a seat

Zara nods. "I shall fetch tea and honey."

"Many thanks" Fahdalia inclilnes her head