#fenixtj

Past lives flicker past Jessica's minds eye, images of who she was in other times, other place.

Which confuses her... she accepts and thanks the Dreaming for the gift, but it isn't -her- Dream Dance after all....

And all is made known...Memories of the feel of the helm on a brow. Westward, always westward, Spain requires no less. bajah has it's natives, said to be unrelated to the aztecs or at least only distantly. Not here to bring the word of God to the natives, nor seize gold, though many have a never ending thirst for it. Surveying. Mapping. Exploring! Then... images through this surveyor's eyes of a horror... a small village of native women and children, where are the men? where are the...other Conquiestadors...they're not part of the surveying team! They're taking alll they can ...they're enslaving... a troll soul rebels against this.. and it isn't alone. Another surveyor, a pooka, his face falls flat... and he looks to you for assurance "We can't allow this, can we?"

There was a third, but the second was...

The bird pooka now bound to a bird of the Americas, seems overwhelmed by the dream dance, new wings fluttering and She laughs and gasps with fear all at once, and then starts to fly ...

oh crap, she's going up

Flying away in a dream dance is dangerous

Happily, Jess still has her hand and gently pulls her back down. "Let's get off the street, yes?"

"Oh my word look at all the colors have youever seen such colors" She's haulled down despite flapping wings (Trolls are strong) "It's like a pride parade and Carnival had a baby and then the baby threw up a bit from laughing too much"

"Eloquentlly put, come along here now....." Jess finds them a spot out of sight. "How should I call you?"

She preens "Sophia Bergman Hepburn?" then a shake of her head "I... I had a name, I think you were there and...holy crap, where are our metal hats?"

full of confusion and nervous energy "Larisa is still on my business card, we can use that"

"That's fine." as calmly as she can in a Dream Dance, and secretly thrilled this one isn't a satyr "I'm still Jessica. Jess."

"Jess. Got it. Jess. Am I crazy? Asking for a friend..." They're now in a more private area

Chimera have burst free, but most seem harmless... famous actresses given new life in the Dreaming. Chris Evans walking around with his shirt off. Larisa pretends not to see that one and looks a touch embarrassed about it

"You're -not- crazy. You're ... " she sighs "You not human, either, not entirely. You're Fae, a changeling. A pooka, actually. Come with me? I'll take you to a safe place where we can talk and you can get more information, meet some others."

Jess is better at ignoring such things.

"Pooka? Well, that's a silly name for someone with feathers. Now a flapa, that's logical..." But she goes along following the lead

Jess nods and leads her, taking back ways as much as she can, to the closest Freehold.

Which turns out to be Fenix itself. She's got so much glamour about her, she leaves a trail in the Autumn world, but even in Fenix itself she seems to supercharge stuff

"Welcoem to Fenix Freehold, County seat of Renaissance County, Duchy of (???), Kingdom of the Feathered Serpent." Jessica murmurs in welcome, then more loudly and directly "Demos, don't shout."

"That's my brother who does that" Demos says "I just glare at people" And he does

Larisa is now up in Jessica's arms. Redcaps are terrifying

"Ni.. nice place you got here... very..toothy" she looks over at the Redcap

Larisa is a beautiful women, so Jessica isn't surprised that Demos is checking the new pooka out even as said pooka is now in the troll's arms

"Sorry, Demos. This is Larisa and you can see she's new." there's an unspoken request in her tone.

Demos gets it, and eases up on the glare "I'll tell others we need a spare room set up" he moves to do so.

"Thank you." Jessica stands patiently holding Larisa.

With the redcap gone, Larisa slides out of Jessica's arms "Sorry about that. Check for a nest in your armpit just to be safe." Then she looks about and gapes "Jess? It's like a storybook, a good one where the illustrator put in the work"

A small smile. "Yes. I'll introduce you to some other pooka in a bit. You have some things to learn."

"You live in a magical, make-believe, fancy-and-nonsense world now, but it's not entirely safe. There are things that can hurt you, things that can tear this world away from you. We can help you protect yourself but the first rule is this; we hide ourselves. Can you do that?"

She finds a reflective surface and looks at her avian eyes, the feathers and wings "Ah, could be difficult?"

"You'll learn to control that. We can teach you how to hide."

A breath "Like Yentl, and look how happily that ended. Yes I can do it, Help me St. Striesand"

BUt she nods

"You won't be alone." Jess assures her "Would you like a tour?"

"As long as no hitchkok music plays in the background"

Jess nods and leads her through, introducing her to those they encounter, while walking her also slowly through the Escheat.

Diego is warm and greeting, "A room has been arranged for her, the jungle room " It's a bedroom with a lot of plant life, a tropical feel, and should she want to practice flying in animal form will have room

"Thank you. Can you or Nancy arrange for her to meet other pooka?"

"Of course, I bet Tonto would be delighted to show her around"

A faint, fond smile "He'd be great."

"Tonto?" She says

The buffalo jester pooka bounds up, and throws rose petals about the new pooka

"Larisa, this is Tonto. Tonto, Larisa."

"Hello, Tonto" she laughs

"Adios" he smiles "Welcome to Flight Pooka, please remember to spread joy at all times. In case of a joke crashing, feel free to use the exit signs"

"Tonto, do you mind mentoring Larisa? Or suggesting someone who might do so?"