..because we heard through the grapevine that he's looking for H. and the forge.

Zara is on her way between houses, seeing as she lives a ridiculous number of places right now. On the other hand, Florian and Bedivere both have to eat (and so does she ... technically). She has a basket of Hestia's bread on one arm, and her usual soot-stained work ( Read more... )

( in which Zara finds Florian )

It is entirely possible that the conversation with Prometheus stabilised her more than she realises; in any case, for the first time in a long time she is Up of her own volition ( Read more... )

She spent the last week and a half underground, but, as always, the soot and the dark drove her up to surface, like a smoked-out fox (although it's always less her choice than Hephaestus', he knowing what's good for her much more than she does and that's saying something, since he doesn't know a lot about humans); now she's storming around her ( Read more... )

Zara has been making preliminary patterns for all of the clothes for Cyrano's play, but she still needs to do measurements on the cast. So she is waiting in Bedwyr's house, sitting at the table with cloths spread across it, waiting for people to arrive and get fitted.

Anybody else who happens by is welcome to come in and get sworn at.

Zara has started lingering at the house, something she ordinarily never does, sitting on her mattress and sewing for hours at a time for absolutely no reason at all. The good thing, though, is that it's making her cough a little better to spend more time aboveground, but she doesn't know why she's doing it ( Read more... )

Zara is in Bedivere's old house, the one that's mostly empty now. She gave it over to the Continental Op, but she still comes around once in a while, because he doesn't seem to be around that much ( Read more... )

Zara is sitting on the Mansion's lawn, her knees drawn up and her arms around them, looking down the easy slope towards the lake. Her brief hair is blowing in the first of the spring winds, the warmer ones that come around the corner of March and make you wish everything was growing, but it's not time yet. She has a stone in one hand, and her feet ( Read more... )

Zara doesn't go out (up) much any more, but every once in a while it happens that she needs to clear the soot out of her lungs, and she picks a spot a little way from the entrance to H.'s home and stands out in the cold, breathing in the air ( Read more... )

She isn't really crying under a tree in the woods near her empty house. She doesn't do things like that, truly, it's not like her ( Read more... )