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"Gloom? Ah, I've seen him while at the ball but Alg has been teaching him to read. He showed him how to make a light from shadows." Jeremiah shook his head in amusement because apparently the shadow marten had gotten around yet he had never actually had a private encounter. "It's honestly reassuring that there is Otherfolk out there like him."

Still he was very much interested in what she had done.

"I assume that's why I brought these things along?" He is head tilted towards his own satchel.

"Alg a bit of a soft spot for cute things, so ..." That meant they were absolutely adorable. Jeremiah reached into his bag at her prompting and a closed jar was held up.

Strangely enough the dust did not settle but instead glittered inside it, like motes visible in sunbeams on summer days.

"I think this will work?" It had actually been found at his home with Algie in other ashdown, lingering in the moonlight that shown on the porch swing they sat on together.

Jeremiah chuckled a bit and nodded. This America was much preferred to earlier. "Absolutely."

He gestured for her to go ahead and show him.

"I might need to get something smaller but I think I can manage ..." Jeremiah had brought a selection of things to use the ink with. Mostly because he had brought a pair of cufflinks, something that held great meaning to him (they were from his mother for his wedding) and then an old tie pin that Algie had given him years ago.

He was, if anything, an apt pupil and practiced the symbol a handful of times. Each one was smaller than the last but the important details were still there.

"So the symbol is applied to the item and then ... ?"

"Coincidentally, I do something similar," Jeremiah gave her a smile, head tilting towards her and then nudging America with his shoulder.

"I think, with that guidance, I can do it." He was, very neatly and with a fine hand, putting the glyph onto the cufflink (with the smallest brush he had brought). "While this does give us a place to hide, somewhere safe, it would be nice to have some place over here that is like that that wasn't temporary."

If only with all the talk of safe places. Jeremiah finished the glyph and set it down. The dust was plucked up and sprinkled over it. It seemed to glitter brightly and he reached over to hold a hand over it.

Almost immediately cold green fire flickered to life around his hand and he let his eyes slide shut as he focused. It was not necessarily all shadows but he thought of the safe places of his home with Alg.

The safety of their bedroom with the curtains drawn and no light seeping in. It was their sanctuary, their safe place, and there they were safe.

Jeremiah let out a breath as the magic receded, eyes cracking open to notice that the cufflink faintly glowed with the glyph before it faded away.

It was warm in his hand, carrying a sense and smell of Alg.

"I assume this is likely not as useful as yours?" As she had already said it was not as effective in Ashdown. His fingers closed around the cufflink.

"Thank you, apple." The nickname rolled out easily, having started up while she was gone, and he leaned to press another kiss to her forehead. "I think this is something that could truly be beneficial to us all."

"Perhaps we can try that out at some point," he replied with a thoughtful look. It was something to consider, if only because this seemed to be it's own style of magic.

That shadow marten apparently had several tricks up his sleeve.

Jeremiah frowned at hearing that, not at all liking the idea that America had run into some kind of danger.

"I think," he said slowly, "with everything that's happening in Ashdown we may want to consider that as something we definitely need." America was one of the few that he knew felt at least somewhat comfortable operating within other ashdown and was not necessarily bothered by it. "Not everyone can sense if something dangerous is coming their way and people need a safe place to train."