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Jack is carving today, outside under the trees with a view of the new grave. He is humming to himself.

Under his hands the block of wood is taking on a curving horn-shape, with a texture as if it were woven from reeds. There are almost no shavings on the ground.

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"Oooh, fascinating - what does it do?"

Whee, new magic!

"This," he says, showing Asar-Suti the carving, "is a horn of plenty. It will help me focus the magic to see that everyone is fed tomorrow. I will ask the elements to assemble themselves as food and that way everyone will be able to eat and no one will be left with the washing up."

"A cornucopia? A real working one, not just a carved symbol somewhere?" Asar-Suti is impressed.

He would just conjure the food out of the atoms in the air, but the way Green!Jack plans to do it sounds infinitely more stylish, and with an additional potential for surprise. You never quite know what might come out of a cornucopia.

"I'll make it real," Jack says. "First I give it shape. Then I'll give it purpose.

"I would prefer to use Dagda's cup but I fear its magic would clash with Milliways's own."

"What is Dagda's cup?" Asar-Suti asks, curious. Magic that Milliways would not tolerate? Milliways, the palce where all magic works so much more easily?

"It belonged to one of the younger gods. He enchanted it so that it would feed an army and never be empty.

"The powers here . . . they aren't connected to anything, as far as I can tell. My magic is drawn from the Earth and all that dwells in it--which powers the magic here, I cannot tell.

"Thus, Dagda's cup stays home. Just to be safe."

"Oh, but Earth magic worked through me, even though this is just a small non-linear worldlet off the normal reality," Asar-Suti says. "But I can believe that some sorts of magic will not work away from their home."

"I'd rather not chance it. The repurcussions of poorly-used magic would be dreadful."

"I'm sure your cornucopia will be up to all that is asked of it," Asar-Suti agrees. "Magic overkill is never good. Why use the magical sword of the Kings of the West to carve a turkey? That cup of Dagda sounds like strong magic - you don't have an army to feed, just a crowd of well-fed Milliwaysers."

"Nearly an army," Jack says, amused. "I hope with the dancing and games they'll be hungry."

"Oooh - games?" Asar-Suti grins. He'd heard about the dancing, but games might be a new kind of fun.

"Yes. Those I have yet to figure out, as I think Highland games would be too much for most of this crowd. And there should be some for the various children."

"There's a lot of them here now," Asar-Suti says. "Seth or Joshua might still be too young for games, but Sunny definitely isn't."

He shrugs. "The only thing that might yet ruin the party is the air of general doom; I have no idea what happened to make so many people so subdued."

"There has been death," Jack says without looking up from his carving.

"Death? Who died?" Asar-Suti sounds alarmed.

He nods to the new grave. "Someone well-loved and deeply mourned."

He blows sawdust off the carving.

"But that has been here a few days," Asar-Suti says. "And the great feeling of doom only descended sometime between last night and this morning."

"There are battles being fought and friends endangered." He speaks mildly. "When one doesn't know the end of the story, it's easy to believe there will be an unhappy ending."

Asar-Suti nods.

"Worrying, waiting, and fearing for those that you care for are the worst things there are," he agrees.

"There are many here who are."

But he sees things as they truly are, and while he feels their mourning and shares it, he knows it will end, as all things do.

"There is an air of sadness, of fight, of uncertainty in this place - I can't be more precise, as I no longer have what the Hellfly gave me to confuse me," Asar-Suti says.

"Yes." He sighs. "There is great sadness and worry and fear."

"I wish I knew how to help," Asar-Suti says.

He's a practical kind of god, an he doesn't like to stand by when things start going wrong.

"Comfort those who mourn," Jack says, putting away his knife and looking at the horn. "Listen to those who need to speak.

"But don't interfere. Destiny must have its way."

[ooc: home for me in 5 minutes. will be back as soon as I can if you want to continue.</small.

Asar-Suti nods. "Yes, I suppose that will have to be it," he agrees. "I can help by listening and being there, and not doing anything - I learned about that in he week that I had that other magic, from the Hellfly. It is a bit hard to accept, though; I'd like to do more."

[[OOC: I think by then, I might be gone, as it's late here, and all that - the usual. I think this might be good for a wrap if I am indeed gone.]]

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