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Angua had returned to Tir Nan Og almost reluctantly; despite the bond she had felt with the fey child she was kithain to, he was becoming ruthless. She only had a glimpse of the court's intrigues, but even that was becoming too much. And worse, she found herself doing what was asked of her, whatever her own feelings on the matter were. Yet when she left, she felt as if she were abandoning Lupinus, though he obviously didn't need her. She paused to look through the bag she carried over her shoulder; everything Lupinus had asked for from Gaia was there, even the more random items on the list. With a sigh, she began to walk; having let her mind wander, she finally realized she wasn't heading in anything close to the proper direction. If she looked straight ahead, she could see a castle through the trees, but it was the shining castle of the Sun Court.

She should go back, she knew. If she were seen... she didn't think that would go over well, and yet she continued to move forward. She felt an insistent tugging at her mind, as if something was drawing her towards it and clouding her mind. Angua followed the pull, hoping it would abate somewhat and allow her thoughts to clear. Her heart beat faster as she approached the castle, but she saw no one and warily entered the courtyard. Thankfully, whatever was pulling at her wasn't trying to make her go inside the castle. She could say she was lost, she supposed, as long as she didn't intrude so far as to go inside...

Walking quickly across the courtyard in a daze, she moved toward a smaller building at the read or the courtyard. She pushed open the door and, once inside, let the bag she carried fall to the ground. It looked like a place where one would work metal, and a workshop. There were bits of iron strewn about, half finished keys, and other oddities. It was dark, but sunlight streamed in through a dust-covered window.



All else forgotten, she reached out a hand to touch the window, leaving dusty fingerprints as she placed her palm against it. Cutting through the haze surrounding her thoughts came a voice, somehow familiar, but at the same time very different.

"Welcome, Angua von Uberwald, to your ancestral home. Do you, of your own free will, give of your soul and your lifespark, to restore Lutra, daughter of --- and ---, to the Realm of Tir Nan Og and the glory of the Sun Court?"

"I..." With only a moment's hesitation, she nodded slightly. "I do."

The light streaming through the glass grew brighter, almost blinding her, and she had to look away. The light colored the floor by her feet, and as it faded, a small form took shape. Angua rubbed her eyes until she could see the child sitting beneath the window.



The small girl was clad in green, staring at Angua with wide eyes. The child reached up a hand to touch her own face, blinking with surprise at being able to move again. "Where am I? No... I know this place. But who are you? Where are my par--" She stopped herself, not wanting to hear the answer.

Angua moved toward the child slowly. "Angua. And they're... well, they're not here." She needed to get the child out of this dim and neglected building and into the sunlight. Then she'd have to figure out how to explain how she got here...

RP Session

Lutra goes to the Library where she meets Ursa, the first fey she's spoken with since her awakening.

Lutra sat down in her chair and opened the new book Ardea had found for her. She propped it up on her lap and started to read, toying with her necklace. Some words were still a little too complicated for her, and she wondered when she'd be ready to clean out the smithy. She turned the page, looking at a new diagram.

She'd always had her mother there to help her before, and she'd never really ben able to try anything on her own. Too little. She was still too little. What good was it? She couldn't reach anything, she wasn't strong enough to lift things. She let out her breath in a sigh and tried to keep reading, but her thoughts kept drifting back to what she could and couldn't do. She was small enough to climb easily, and she could hide well. She could swim, that didn't take size to do. But what good was that against the bad people? What if they came back and she couldn't help at all?

She set aside the book she was reading and picked up the slimmer, more worn volume she'd bought back with her. Lockpicking was useful, right? She'd try to learn that, then. And with this book, she wouldn't even need "proper" tools if she read the chapters on improvising. She read for a little while longer, then became restless. Maybe she could find someone to talk to... maybe there were more kids her own age to play with? Well, maybe there were only big people, but surely one of them would play with her.

Setting the second book aside as well, she slipped out into the hall.