[She wishes she could say the idea of being swept to another world entirely was foreign to her. A couple of years ago, it would have been -- she would have written the whole thing off as crazy and pinched herself until she woke up, except for the whole thing where fairy tales were actually real and so was magic and other worlds and waking up wouldn't have solved anything.
The feast itself seems too good to be true. She doesn't eat, deciding not to trust it, though she does take a glass of wine with her. She's always preferred beer, but if she can bring herself to trust the alcohol, she has the feeling she's going to need it. Leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the dining hall, she wrinkles her nose as she sniffs at her glass, trying to decide if there's anything off about it before taking a sip.
Screw it. Like it can get much worse than kidnapped by imps. She tips her glass back just enough to take a single sip, grimacing at the taste before lowering it and setting it aside. On second thought, not worth it.
Arms folded, she looks back towards the dining hall itself, eyes narrowed shrewdly as she takes in those assembled. Looks like their hosts brought in all sorts. She snorts to herself, shaking her head.]
Wish they'd cut it out with the dog and pony show. I don't think anyone here is all that impressed.
Emma Swan | Once Upon a Time
[She wishes she could say the idea of being swept to another world entirely was foreign to her. A couple of years ago, it would have been -- she would have written the whole thing off as crazy and pinched herself until she woke up, except for the whole thing where fairy tales were actually real and so was magic and other worlds and waking up wouldn't have solved anything.
The feast itself seems too good to be true. She doesn't eat, deciding not to trust it, though she does take a glass of wine with her. She's always preferred beer, but if she can bring herself to trust the alcohol, she has the feeling she's going to need it. Leaning against the wall in the corridor outside the dining hall, she wrinkles her nose as she sniffs at her glass, trying to decide if there's anything off about it before taking a sip.
Screw it. Like it can get much worse than kidnapped by imps. She tips her glass back just enough to take a single sip, grimacing at the taste before lowering it and setting it aside. On second thought, not worth it.
Arms folded, she looks back towards the dining hall itself, eyes narrowed shrewdly as she takes in those assembled. Looks like their hosts brought in all sorts. She snorts to herself, shaking her head.]
Wish they'd cut it out with the dog and pony show. I don't think anyone here is all that impressed.