Tiwa and William Evans-Changeling OC and Post-3:10 to Yuma-Barplace
One of the things about Changelings that most people don't realize is that a lot of the time, they'd prefer quick deaths. Since the other way is to forget and be lost in the mundane world or to the madness of the Dreaming.
Today in Christchurch, one of the pillars of the Changelings of New Zealand slipped away as worry and duty called more than dreams. He looked at Tiwa with an instant of recognition before he turned away and forgot.
When she found a door to the Bar in her Aunt's house, she slipped through and curled up on the couch. She doesn't want to cry, but she knows how close that edge of forgetting is.
The railroad is coming, its been coming and just keeps on coming. William's already sick of hearing about it and the railroad men with their slick smiles and offers of easy money. Nothing comes without strings and they bite, he'll fight to keep their land since its theirs.
This time when he found the Bar, he just walked through and ordered a beer, he got a root beer instead. He shrugged and stared at it.