#fenixtj

Mitra inclines her head "As you like, my liege"

And she follows

"Did you hear what happened at the end of the town hall?"

As they walk back to the site.

"How could I not? Gossip is flying even among the non bogganss, as well as grief for the loss." A look "Is she really dead? Did you get the body?"

"There was no body to recover." quietly "I'd like you to look at the site; can you look backwards and see who set the bombs?"

"Bombs.. plural?" A brow lifts "yes. Yes I can"

"I suppose I shouldn't put thoughts in your head in front of the facts. My apologies. Just look and see what you find. Um."

"Dame....."

"You .... might see something, or somethings, that... you don't expect. I'm not sure. If you do, please let's discuss them. As my friend, I'm asking you."

"Why my liege, when has an Eiluned ever kept a secret from her lord?" a brow

"Please?"

"I'll see what I learn, but you want me to be your eyes, I won't play you false" A nod "But despite your worry about putting thoughts in my head, I think it might be best if I know what I'm looking for. "

They move in

"Just what you can see. Thank you, Mitra. Whenever you're ready."

"Ready now" She says patting her pocket "Even brought a little extra dross"

Jess steps back so she can work.

At the town hall, she pacces ,slow and easy, walking a pattern

An infinity symbol perhaps

And she glows, and casts her gaze about "Yes, oh.. I see... "

Then she breaks out laughing

Jess wait patiently to be enlightened.

"Oh it's clever... I can't even go to a Gwydion to verify. Jessica... someone disguised themself as ME when swapping bombs"

Jessica doesn't seem as tickled as Mitra at the news. "Can you follow them, or see where they came from before here?"

"I know the general direction, but I'll have to back track and cast again and maybe again. This could take awhile" She admits "And if I fail once, I could lose them"

"I'm open to options, but I need more information on who did this."

"We'll try it, worse that can happen is I slip along the way right? " And she heads just out the building and casts again

This time... time goes mad!

Jessica opens her eyes. She's flat on her back

She blinks, carefully, and tries to get a sense of things.

She feels disoriented, and .. everything seems bigger. An old Sidhe crone lays out cold near her. Hair silver with only a few black strands

Day? Night? Inside? Outside? Can she move? Hurt?

Seems to be nightt.She hops up. Why is the building taller? She feels energetic

She checks herself out before approaching the grandparents. Is she shorter?

.....younger?

Holy crap... yes, shorter, and when she finds a semi reflective surface, a nine year old troll childling blinks back at her

She wasn't a troll when she was this young, yet, here she is

"Um." she says, then startles at the timbre of her voice. She goes over to the granddame and checks her. "Dame? Dame, wake up?"

"ow.. damn counter charm trap..." She lioves up, slower than usuaul "Hello? Who might you be?"

"I'm Jessica. King. Something happened... we should probably go home."

"Jessica... but you're a child..." A move of her hair "And.. I'm old. "

She looks lovely even old, of course. Sidhe birthright

"You're still very pretty. And I bet you're still fierce but maybe now is not the time to test that..... OH!" she looks for her maul.

There it is, now childling sized, as are her clothes

She gasps in relief and takes it up. "Let's go home."

"Um. Do you remember seeing anything before....?"

"A symbol, like a rune.. I need to resarchh it..."

She moves with her "Jessica? You're actually adorrable like this. Like the hair"

"Pigtails? -REALLY?-"

"Think of them as viking braids or Boartails if it helps" But she can't help a smirk