Unfortunate Side Effects of Living In the Rift. (Open post of reactiviation.)
He comes walking in much as he did the first time, in the wake of the setting sun. Here's the catch: by his reckoning, he's been walking for a day or two, wanderlust by nature -- by the Mansion's, it's been more like two months.
He can tell that things are Off, that the season's more advanced than it was -- Elves have these mad powers of observation -- and his pace quickens the nearer he gets to the Mansion.
Stupid fairy dimensions and their stupid timelines.
T: De-hiatus'd, yay! Anyone welcome, naturally. Meg, is this alright by you? It seems better than just handwaving the last few months.
He can tell that things are Off, that the season's more advanced than it was -- Elves have these mad powers of observation -- and his pace quickens the nearer he gets to the Mansion.
Stupid fairy dimensions and their stupid timelines.
T: De-hiatus'd, yay! Anyone welcome, naturally. Meg, is this alright by you? It seems better than just handwaving the last few months.