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reincarnshaman) wrote2016-05-07 10:10 pm
reincarnshaman) wrote2016-05-07 10:10 pm
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Fairy was notoriously, if erratically, porous. There could be an entrance that opened up only once every seven hundred years when the moon hit it for five seconds or a portal that would only open on the third blue moon of a year if it happened five weeks after the summer solstice. Really, sometimes it seemed like the portals were created by really bored fairies.
Where Trever was intending on going: to the local pub.
However he crossed over where a fairy tree used to be. The tree hadn't been there for several hundred years, but the road still went around it. Just in case the fairy came back and got pissed off that the tree had a road through it. (Just because the tree wasn't there physically didn't mean it wasn't still there.) However, that didn't stop people from occasionally crossing the grassy area.
Apparently the portal on that area would open for a prince of the realm when crossing the area on the first new moon after winter's eve. Obviously not something Trever could ever know.
Obviously ... well someone had to know but they were probably long dead or it was hidden in an obscure book somewhere. It's hard to say.
Long story short: Trever stumbled through a portal that opened up just for him and Veena.
Much to his continuing surprise, they ended up in another city altogether. He had about a half a second to take all of this in before the entire world up ended on him, twisting things around. Something had been cut from him... he didn't know what. He couldn't sense... something. The land... he couldn't sense Eire... it was gone...?
Disorientated he stumbled into a tree and into the hazy sunlight feeling like he was going to throw up.
"...What...?"
Where Trever was intending on going: to the local pub.
However he crossed over where a fairy tree used to be. The tree hadn't been there for several hundred years, but the road still went around it. Just in case the fairy came back and got pissed off that the tree had a road through it. (Just because the tree wasn't there physically didn't mean it wasn't still there.) However, that didn't stop people from occasionally crossing the grassy area.
Apparently the portal on that area would open for a prince of the realm when crossing the area on the first new moon after winter's eve. Obviously not something Trever could ever know.
Obviously ... well someone had to know but they were probably long dead or it was hidden in an obscure book somewhere. It's hard to say.
Long story short: Trever stumbled through a portal that opened up just for him and Veena.
Much to his continuing surprise, they ended up in another city altogether. He had about a half a second to take all of this in before the entire world up ended on him, twisting things around. Something had been cut from him... he didn't know what. He couldn't sense... something. The land... he couldn't sense Eire... it was gone...?
Disorientated he stumbled into a tree and into the hazy sunlight feeling like he was going to throw up.
"...What...?"