[you know who's warily eyeing this whole place? Samantha is. it's some fairy tale gilded palace, not a place that should actually exist anywhere outside of a picture. and this isn't her dream, where it was reasonable enough to follow little pixies that wanted to show her the way, this is real life. she'd even discreetly pinched herself and the pain was enough to convince her that this whole crazy scenario was definitely in the waking world. shards, Allaidh Darach, mentions of a war...
okay. she can work with that, since these fairies don't seem to listen to her protesting that she's no soldier. the next thing to do, since it doesn't seem too dangerous at the moment, is to take a look around if this is to be her "new home". it's pretty, she thinks, if a little--or a lot--bit too much.
eventually she ends up in a courtyard somewhere, taking a break after getting turned around and somewhat lost in the huge structure, and she sits on one of the stone benches to rest her feet. as she does, she looks down at the material -- well maintained, but not brand new.]
Must've taken decades to build this place...
[it's said to herself, as she thinks about all the physical parts of the castle. the magic, that would have to be something she came to terms with later.]
locket, voice:
What's the best way to make sure fairies stay out of your room? They've been rearranging my things, and I'm sure locking the door doesn't matter to them.
samantha grimm | doom | seelie
[you know who's warily eyeing this whole place? Samantha is. it's some fairy tale gilded palace, not a place that should actually exist anywhere outside of a picture. and this isn't her dream, where it was reasonable enough to follow little pixies that wanted to show her the way, this is real life. she'd even discreetly pinched herself and the pain was enough to convince her that this whole crazy scenario was definitely in the waking world. shards, Allaidh Darach, mentions of a war...
okay. she can work with that, since these fairies don't seem to listen to her protesting that she's no soldier. the next thing to do, since it doesn't seem too dangerous at the moment, is to take a look around if this is to be her "new home". it's pretty, she thinks, if a little--or a lot--bit too much.
eventually she ends up in a courtyard somewhere, taking a break after getting turned around and somewhat lost in the huge structure, and she sits on one of the stone benches to rest her feet. as she does, she looks down at the material -- well maintained, but not brand new.]
Must've taken decades to build this place...
[it's said to herself, as she thinks about all the physical parts of the castle. the magic, that would have to be something she came to terms with later.]
locket, voice:
What's the best way to make sure fairies stay out of your room? They've been rearranging my things, and I'm sure locking the door doesn't matter to them.
or wildcard.