Flower of this purple dye...

[kingof_shadows]

Oberon is bored and a bored fae is never a good thing. He's tired of everyone else pulling pranks while he sits and does nothing. So he devises his own

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[colored_gowns]

Arabella starts to lift a red flower, but quickly things the better of it. Too late-- but because she only held it a moment, she is only a little smaller, a little younger.

Miss Arabella Woodhope, twenty years old, gives the flowers a bemused glance and starts off to find out where on earth she is.

[jarndyceheir]

And here's Richard, now just a year older than she is. He doesn't instantly notice the change, but smiles and says, "Good day, Mrs. Strange."

[colored_gowns]

Arabella glances over her shoulder, then back to Richard with a puzzled expression. "I beg you pardon, sir. To whom are you speaking?"

[jarndyceheir]

"Why to you, madam, of course. How - " And then he stops. The explanation for anything being strange is frankly that one or both parties have been enchanted, and he looks around for a culprit.

[colored_gowns]

"Yes?" she prompts, and cannot keep from laughing a bit. "Is something the matter, sir?"

[jarndyceheir]

He studies her face. "Did you eat anything recently?"

[colored_gowns]

She looks younger, not markedly, but she is still ten years less (and ten quite eventful years, at that). She laughs, and there is a lightness there that may be unfamiliar. "Yes. It is a dreadful habit, but I find I must do so several times a day."

[jarndyceheir]

He actually flushes a bit. "...yes, quite."

[colored_gowns]

"Forgive me, but I am afraid I do not recall your name, sir."

[jarndyceheir]

"Carstone. Mr. Richard Carstone." He offers a small, polite bow.

[colored_gowns]

"Miss Arabella Woodhope." She gives a shallow curtsy in return.

[jarndyceheir]

"A...pleasure." He smiles. "You don't remember me, but we've met. Or... will meet, I suppose?"

[colored_gowns]

"I beg your pardon?"

[jarndyceheir]

"It's a queer sort of place," he says, quietly.

[colored_gowns]

"Why, do you know it, sir? Where are we?"

[jarndyceheir]

"I don't know it's name, but I've been here for about eight months now. Wherever it is, it's a very long way from London."