Oh, the Encircling Tantra. I didn't realize Hush House had this...

"Tonight's dinner is Entrecôte à la Béarnaise; season and grilled sirloin steaks topped at each end by Pommes Chateau, brushed lightly with meat glaze and bordered all around by a thick Sauce Béarnaise, a derivative of Hollandaise flavored by tarragon, shallots, and vinegar."

"And my soul tossed, and tossed, an outworn wreck, Mastless, upon a monstrous, shoreless sea."

Tonight's dinner is stuffed wild quail; a delicacy in the Mt. Holly region of Fenn Aries, it is served atop the traditional trappings of the meal; plum aigre-doux, roasted potatoes, bacon lardons and wild chives.

Sorting the books, even today.

Duck eggs and home-made french toast is her breakfast.

Good morning.

"Write a truth in a book that no-one reads. Then drop dead. No-one knows what you wrote. Unless the truth is 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯."

... The Wolf-Word. The Wolf-Word...!!

SUMMON ALIEN GODS

... This book is infested with Bloodlines - Back, back! Remove all the furniture! Seal the doors, lash with gervinite chains! Where are the moths? Where are those damned moths?

Good afternoon.

Another night passes over Hush House...

It's time for a tour. 1 ❤️ = 1 room in the Hush House.

Good evening...

…. ‼️

"Witchworms! In my library! Appalling! Unacceptable! An attack on Hush House's rebuilding name!" She storms down the halls, several degrees more animated than she's ever been before.

Good afternoon. I have prepared cucumber sandwiches with fresh mint as a snack for visitors to Hush House.

Good m-... Good afternoon.

“Strictly speaking, yes, though I always that description carried connotations that do not exist. Rather, in my studies, I have seen it more like a residue, like the trail of a slug. They do not impose theoplasma so much as theoplasma is the byproduct of their attention.” —

“Oh. Chionic theoplasma results from falling under the direct attention of one of the chillier Hours, or perhaps the Gods-from-Nowhere. Exposing yourself to it will cause contamination in the soul. There are means to purify it, but I have yet to get around to it.”

“Pardon me. The room itself is clean. Rather, the room is being used to quarantine the books contaminated by chionic theoplasma. Nevertheless you should not go inside.”

“That room has been contaminated by chionic theoplasma. Do not go inside.”

Hmm.

It's time for a tour. 1 ❤️ = 1 room in the Hush House.

Evening rain is falling again.

... That room is currently closed. A book there was found to carry the Fifth Eye Curse. Do not enter.

[Try a book with as much Mystery: Moth as their Moth Interest.] The book of fairies is simple matter. Fae-folk are so often the subject of stories. Husher guides Tooth Fairy through the elaborate castle called a library, or Hush House. --

Numa, shortest season, labyrinth season, when the year loses its way, when Time is a river and Memory a winged bird...

"It is my responsibility as the Librarian to assist you. Enter, but stay with me." Though the Librarian did not have a catalogue with her, she knew the locations of what she had by heart. Barring the most extreme and esoteric text, she would find whatever was asked. "What you are looking for?"

|| Not fully satisfied with her first name yet, but we'll get there... maybe

She closes a book with a dramatic 'thump'. And places it back on a shelf.

She has been brewing a warm tea from odd leaves and the occasional berry.

[ @t0othfairy.bsky.social ] "Welcome." The Librarian greets with a cordial bow of the head. "This appears to be your first visit to the Hush House."

Night from day; silver from gold.

Good evening.

~𝓣𝓞𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓕𝓐𝓘𝓡𝓨~ "Now please, open wide and take your medicine"

Night from day; silver from gold.

Hum..

Good morning...

Good evening.

Alone in a kingdom of pages.