#elsewhere

Dagmar is in her armor. Not the most fun to travel in, but better safe than sorry.

Still, it's as well fitting as armor gets

"We

"We'll be be able to get her through then?" Don grins "She won't get stuck?"

Dag chews on a hangnail. "I mean, it's just a different part of the Dreaming, right?"

Lupe huffs, "Yes, absolutely we'll get her through" a look at Something Sour in the Wind "right?"

The Theurge mmphs "More like the Dreamingg is a small sliver of the the great umbra, but yes, I have the rite ready" They have come to a creak, pour and remote, and quite reflective in this light "It'll be thinner here"

"Po-tay-to po-tah-to."

"I think you'll like it" Concrete Lullaby smiles "This is a nice area, so it should be nice in the Umbra too."

"Makes sense."

"It's the prenumbra to start with.." Dolly adds "So if it were near a toxic waste dump, there would be maggots in the air or some such .. but here..."

The Shadow Lord Theurge looks up and grumbles "Could we NOT tell her every secret we've got?"

"Good lord, he's right, she may begin to suspect we're supernatural" Don the Ragabash gasps melodramatically "Sam, if anyone asks, we're shriners"

"I'm not gonna spill. Ain't a snitch."

"It's a rule she followed even before she knew she was fae " Lupe nods

"Fine..step into the water, Sam" Sour Wind directs the troll "And close your eyes"

Only a small quirk of eyebrow, but she complies.

"Don't worry, Sam, Don's the one who plays tricks and I am watching his ass" Lupe assures as Dagmar closes her eyes

"Well, it is a well toned ass" the Fianna's smirk is somehow audible

A tiny snerk.

A language Dagmar does not understand, yet it hums in her heart, comes out of the Theurge's mouth. One of growls and old wisdoms and power..

A crease between her brows as she listens

and on one side of the close eyed Dagmar, she feels Lupe taking an arm. On the other? A furry form leans against her

She knows they can do that - she's seen Lupe in furry forms... but it's still, yes, a bit odd.

There's a sudden sensation like opening your front door, only to be hit by an ocean wave! You didn't expect it. Maybe you took a breathe because surely you'd get air only to be tasting aqua!

She grips Lupe's arm back.

It's not literal water.. no.. it's just a shift.. she is now swimming/standing in the spirit world. There's no trod, and as her eyes open she may feel panic as there is NO SILVER!

Yup. Panic...

and it's shame, because the area is so lovely...

Dagmar's jaw sets, but her eyes flare wide. She has a STRONG grip on Lupe's arm.

"Easy easy, what you bring with you to..." But before it can be explained there is an angry bellow

"A coward, a coward with my blood?" And a stomping sound

"Uh oh" A wolf near Dagmar's other side, Lulu, speaks even as a wolf

the stream sparkles below her, the trees seem grander... greener

the sun brighter..!

And yet, a wall of fog is rolling in

"She's summoned a spirit. Wonderful" Sour Wind says

"There's no silver..."

"Silver?" Concrete Lullaby whimpers and eyes Flyswatter, her wolf tail dropping

"Silver path... it's.. there's no path..." She swallows. "Not the Dreaming."

"Hey, get your head in the game" Little Mother Nips the Heel tells her

She slowly eases up her grip on Lupe's arm. "Yeah. Y-yeah. I got this."

And.. that's familiar, like at a basketball game where somethinnng has gone wrong but they can win

And the fog wall sttops, "Explain this to me.." And a giant woman comes out, towering over them all "Why did one of my blood feel fear ?"

Dagmar looks up and squints.

Dagmar might still feel confused. Sometimes tthe woman seems nordic, other times she's a nubian wariroress, other times...

But then - if they see Flyswatter, they also see Dagmar. As tall as a Crinos, in gilded armor, with a golden falcon on her tabard.

"I'm no Lioness. I am a Falcon. What you feel matter less than how you act."

it is a sliver of her own heritage personified, not just her fae soul, but her mortal blood. Lands of Africa as well as realms of Europe and this shifting medly seems as tied as much to Sam as Dagmar..

"Falcon? You call on a strong totem," She mmms "You are of the wyld and yet I sense something of the weaver holding it together"