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[npc-excolo.livejournal.com]

Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.

Dream.

A forest.

A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.

In the distance, the howl of a wolf.

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[john-thiess.livejournal.com]

More noise and noises and noises and then movement finally movement pack on the move moving is better or sleeping not sitting noises and not playing now moving finally ears set back at flying gold and dust to make me sneeze now moving ahead of upright noisy things scenting ahead nothing better to do, pack movements and this is the right path right place to go.

[glass-beddau.livejournal.com]

"Um. I don't know where the key is but I can tell where the key is," she explains, and that's enough for a direction, and set off upwater. Wolf takes the lead, but doesn't leave us. Well, then, that's aright.

"Does he understand you, do you think?" and think he's speaking to the faerie, but I shrug.

"Maybe not the words," I say, "but think so. Seems we rather suit him." He's looking at the faerie mild suspicious, but think that if he took her for dangerous he'd be gone. Sensible sort.

Presently Valmont asks "What do you think you'll do when we get to the tower?" and I find myself shrugging. 'd not thought of it much, but the answer comes clean and easy.

"Find what's in it, and may be that I'll find why," I say. "Been here a long time. It doesn't suit me, not knowing." And not sure why I've let it lie so long, since...

Shake my head. I've spent winters here, surely, but couldn't lay number to them; could give lay of the land and its safety and its teeth well enough, but not when I learned them. "I am beginning to be of a mind," I say slowly, "that you lose things from outside these woods, you stay here overlong."

[fairy-fiona.livejournal.com]

I don't think the wolf-boy wants to walk near me but I want to walk near him 'cause he's nice and safe and big enough to keep away the bad things from the forest.

And he looks like he's going to sneeze and if he does that would be funny.

"I am beginning to be of a mind," I say slowly, "that you lose things from outside these woods, you stay here overlong."

"Oh, but if you lose things then you can find them again!" I tell the lady. "Sometimes. If you do the right thing and know the right way to go. You can find people, too. And maybe you can find thoughts? Did you lose your idea about why you want to go to the tower?" I ask her.

We go upstream, and I hear voices and start to feel…itchy. Not just the prince's sword. Worse harder bad.

"The key is that way." I point.

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