#dreaming

And so it is, that Sylvi and Zara slip out 'real' Agnes onto a trod from the farm. The old woman seems barely trollish even here in the dreaming

"You okay, Hearth Agnes? I mean...Agnes?"

Zara is a scrawny thing, but she does try to hold up Agnes at the elbow, pairing with Sylvi.

"Dropping the link without warning like that about.. took me out" She strains to lift herself straight "I...feel a bit alone, girls. Cept for ou"

"I'm sorry. I just...I'm not sure how to make it easier."

"Well, how long were you Hearth? It's going to be a shock."

"Eighty years... eighty years of a life with the fire" then she adds "Don't let this girlish nature fool you. I'm older than I look" dead pan says the woman who is ANYTHING but youthful

they come to a spot on the trod... and she blinks 'there it is.. a temporary trod. Looks so flimsy" indeed, it looks like dried buttermilk

Sylvi grins at the joke about youth. Then she looks at the trod dubiously. "Wow. Did it look like that when you came here the last time?"

"We flickerflashed."

"So..."

"But we can't do that now."

"You...you two stay here I.... I 'll risk it" she puts a foot on it, and nearly slips "It's slicker than grease"

"Maybe you should sit on it as a slide?"

She does so, a soft wince on her face 'well, I feel like a fool" She scoots, and slides a bit

"Have fun with it. And..." Sylvi crouches down and gives her a quick hug. "We'll miss you."

Zara gums on her lower lip, worried.

A soft hug back

"You girls , I know funerals and the ike ain't for the young, but stay in touch with the Chief after. she's got some more to tell you"

So.. she crosses her fingers, raps on her head, and quickly pecks a kiss on top of the grump's hair. "Mazel tov." A soft burst of magic - fair fortune.

That's when the trod doesn't so much as break, as go perpendicular like a cliff and all three fall!

"Wha-a-a-?"

Zara makes a raspy noise of surprise!

Sylvi tries to catch on to both of them and...well, there's nothing to kick off from, but maybe she can do a Hopscotch to help them land safely?

"Skip, skip, skip to my loo!"

Syvil's magic grabs them all and hopscotches! It's one of her best attempts... and... it mixes with the Fair fortune! For a moment, a scary moment, they are SILVER LESS, then odds against odds, they land ...

and... they look about

And Zara swallows. They're here, in the land of Lord Exile

she sees the pools , the ones were Rusalka swim, and other rare or lost river kith as well

"Agnes? Agnes, you okay?"

"I am..." She looks like a troll now. "It's different in some ways " "You girls should go... he... can't help but reform and recreate at times"

Zara takes a half step towards the water, looking...

"I don't know what that means, but...if you say so, okay. Zara? Zara, we've got to go."

"Aye. Aye, I know..." Reluctantly conceding, her eyes still looking.

Even now, Zara notices her webbed fingers, not unusual in the dreaming, but teeth seem to be.. is she getting teeth?

"Zara, if I don't get you back there, Earl is never going to forgive me."

Zara runs her tongue against the emerging teeth, longing, aching...

"Earl. Yes. Earl."

"Come on. Let's see where the Silver take us next?" she coaxes, moving away. "Goodbye, Agnes!"

And the troll turns to feel herself... changing too. Is she getting wings?

Agnes turns, her hair long and free, her ears pointed, oh dear lord she looks more like a sidhe

"I...uh...ahhhh..." She bites her lip. "Well, that's one way back up a long fall, I guess."

"Zara, hurry!" She reaches a hand to the sluagh(?).

"Farewell, young ladies. I won't forget you" She holds out a hand in goodbye "My love calls for me"

A voice echoes out, lonely and suddenly with others "my Lady Agnethe, you return... I am still yours, if you will have me. Your handmaidens, why do they flee?"

Rusalka... Zara looks more like a rusalka now

"I..." Faltering.

She hesitates, and reaches out a webbed hand to meet Sylvi's.

"Don't forget the DeBukes, Agnes!" If Zara lets her hand be caught, Sylvi starts to, uh, flap?

"I never will, " the much younger woman promises "But go quicky.' she turns to a mysterious figure "My lord, I join you in Exile, but my ... handmaidens, not truly such, need tend to matters of the world autumn. for my sake so i will not be tempted to leave you"