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[der_umgekehrte]

[It's been an eventful two days for a sailor stolen away by the Fair Folk. Styles is in an officer's quarters, even though it's all made of metal and glass. There are books on the shelf (at least one of them thoroughly indecent, and he can't read the others, so they've been stacked in the closet

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[flashy_magic]

Ugh. Is there any reason you think we wish to be audience to this?

[der_umgekehrte]

[God's teeth the shaving mirror is possessed.

Styles throws it into the other room.

And comes out a minute later when he's got the foam rinsed off, and peers at it from a cautious distance.]

Are you a fairy queen, ma'am?

[flashy_magic]

Well. That was a bit of an overreaction. And yes, I am.

[der_umgekehrte]

Begging your pardon, ma'am, but shaving mirrors don't often talk back to me.

I don't mean to be rude, beg your Majesty's pardon, but where are we?

[flashy_magic]

We are where we are. And wherever it is, it does seem to have a lot of mirrors.

[der_umgekehrte]

Was it the fair folk who spirited me here? It's a long way from home, Your Majesty.

[flashy_magic]

I don't know. I certainly didn't do it, I've never seen you before.

[der_umgekehrte]

But who could spirit away a fairy? Beg your pardon, your Majesty, but I'd thought your folk had that job to themselves.

[flashy_magic]

Obviously, another fairy.

[der_umgekehrte]

More powerful than you, your Majesty? [He's leaning slightly out of frame as if he fears the suggestion is going to get him struck with a bolt of magic or turned into a fish or something.]

[flashy_magic]

Of course not! They merely took advantage of my inattention.

[der_umgekehrte]

So it isn't your land, this place?

[flashy_magic]

Of course not! My land is far more glorious than this.

[der_umgekehrte]

What sort of a fairy would this be, ma'am? That keeps a vessel like this.

[flashy_magic]

The fairy need not keep it, they merely need to run across it and find some glee in spiriting people away to this place.

[der_umgekehrte]

My mam warned me not to make deals with the faeries, your Majesty, but if you can take me home I'll offer what an old sailor can, save for my own soul.