TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

[bindsthedead]

[It's dim enough that Sabriel has to conjure a small light to look at the handkerchief, taking her hands off her sword-hilt.]

I- yes, this is mine. Is this why you were following me?

[And Sabriel folds it up and tucks it into a pouch at her belt, and turns her attention to her surroundings- while still watching the man out fo the corner of her eye. He doesn't look that impressive, but still.]

My name is Sabriel. I don't believe we've met?

apologies for the delay....!

[valiantabsurdity]

[ Light like this - sorcery. He's spent too long among wizardfolk to have not learned a healthy degree of fear.

A step back, slow. Then, sheepish laughter. ]

No. But I saw you pass, and the kerchief fall, and a bird plunge for the catch. I thought you might want it returned.

[ Why does that seem like such a petty reason, all of a sudden... ]

It seemed right.

[bindsthedead]

[Sabriel looks a little put off at the fear, but she tries to be friendly.]

I mean you no harm, and... thank you. It was kind of you to return it. Not many would have.

[valiantabsurdity]

[ And this is the perfect cue for that long lost princely smile, possibly aiming for a little of its old charm.

Sparkle, Lir. Sparkle. ]

It's yours. I wouldn't want a lady deprived. Or a woman. [ A pause. ] Or a wizard.

[bindsthedead]

I am an Abhorsen, although please, just call me Sabriel. [Sparkles are nice, and Sabriel's deathly pale face starts to get a little pink.]

If you're not opposed- perhaps we should travel together? At least until we get out of this forest.

[valiantabsurdity]

It's... [ And there's a long glance to throw well over his shoulder. ] A strange of place, isn't it?

[ Laughter, short. ]

I always think the shadows are moving.

[bindsthedead]

No stranger than anything else in this world... Though I would like to leave it as soon as possible. [The smile Sabriel gives is reassuring, as she taps the hilt of her sword.]

Don't worry, I'll keep us safe.