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Golnaz: She looks up, then realization as she does gaze at the object he flips about in his fingers, "You have the DeBuke charm? How did you get it-t from her?"
"Daddy": He gives her a lazy smile, but says nothing.
Golnaz: "We... you can scry on her now, but, I don't understand, if you were able to get it, then surely you should have been able to grab her? "
"Daddy": He shakes his head, sad and disappointed. "And that, sssweetheart, issss part of your problem. You sssee only grabbing and taking and having. Greedy."
"Daddy": "Why would I want to grab her?"
Golnaz: She hangs her head, "Yes father. I am greedy." Her curiosity dies. -That- flaw belongs to another paler born.
Golnaz: "She's your weapon? I...the prophecy."
"Daddy": "What happens when you grab a weapon, sweetheart?" Patient.
Golnaz: "It ...cuts you," cautious in her answer as she rarely is with her actions, but she's cunning.
"Daddy": "Yes indeed. No, I won't grab her. She will come to me."
Golnaz: "She's not worthy"
"Daddy": "Neither of you are. Yet."
Golnaz: She arcs as if slapped, but then nods slowly "So I am..not to be banished from you?"
"Daddy": "There really should be -some- consequences for your ineptitude." He muses.
Golnaz: She winces "What-tt ever you want-tt, father."
"Daddy": "Yes. Very well." A decision made. "I want you to find a mortal and ravage, then bring me Glamour or dross in an equal amount. Make it... hm. Ah." A dark laugh. "A librarian. Ruin a librarian out there somewhere, bring me the Glamour from it and then... go to your room. Sit there in the ruins and think about what you've done."
Golnaz: "A librr..." Then she nods, "Yes father. They'll lose all sense of wonder in their libram labors by the time I am done with them." She looks tempted to kiss his hand before parting,but she's..lost favor. She won't be allowed. She instead curtsies again "I obey promptly." And out she goes. She will destroy this book keeper. At least she has someone to take her pain and frustration out on.
"Daddy": A cruel smile crawls over his lips once more, and humming, he takes the little braided doo-dad and drops back onto the ripped mattress, the snow-filled TV images playing out as he stares at it, seeing... well, something else, entirely.