August 27, 2012 § Leave a Comment
While the others were off playing in the ruins of Ishantara, Annika was busy being witchy and doing witchy thing. Like time traveling. Okay. Mostly she was time traveling.
Her familiar, the fox Farley, received a sort of hint from their Masters. That Annika’s cause, and their own, would be aided by a sojourn back. A quick hop, that’s it. Of course. Farley wasn’t comfortable with it at all. He’s a sensible sort of familiar.
Nevertheless, she wanted to, and she followed him into a sort of in-between place. She walked with Farley along a thin grey ribbon threaded through a vast and endless white. Proportion and distance twisted, and she wasn’t quite sure how the place really functioned at all. Every few hundred (maybe) feet there was a subsidiary ribbon of a different color and texture running off.