There are other ways to get to Amber. Trump in on a sibling’s card, or even Amber’s own. Other roads, too; you don’t have to came through Arden
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Her image in front of Mary Anne flickers, slowly solidifying as they talk. Brown boots, green leggings and a darker green vest. Hair tamed by a fiery-braid and the tilts of two swords can be seen over her shoulders.
For a moment, it doesn't look real, not through the glittering rainbow-light that chases Mary Anne's vision. And then Fiona lets go, steps back, and this is Arden:
the trees are majestic, towering next to them, thousands of years old and with the height to prove it. The breeze is cool and moist, and full of living things. It's summer, high-summer, and the sunlight is filtered through the leaves to look green-gold, except in some areas, where the light just looks like golden strings.
This is Arden, the orginal forest.
And Fiona just watches Mary Anne with eyes that seem the same colour as the leaves.
It's like being watched.
It's like bees in the back of her skull.
Only it's none of those.
whatwho--ow--Fi?
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Her image in front of Mary Anne flickers, slowly solidifying as they talk. Brown boots, green leggings and a darker green vest. Hair tamed by a fiery-braid and the tilts of two swords can be seen over her shoulders.
But the image is still not quite there, yet.
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No, not bad at all, just...not used to this. it itches Take it you're ready for me?
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And then Fi smiles, and holds out her hand.
"I am, if you are." And this time her voice isn't in Mary Anne's head, exactly, but outloud. Of course, no one else can hear her but Mary Anne.
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"Born ready."
She takes Fiona's hand.
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For a moment, it doesn't look real, not through the glittering rainbow-light that chases Mary Anne's vision. And then Fiona lets go, steps back, and this is Arden:
the trees are majestic, towering next to them, thousands of years old and with the height to prove it. The breeze is cool and moist, and full of living things. It's summer, high-summer, and the sunlight is filtered through the leaves to look green-gold, except in some areas, where the light just looks like golden strings.
This is Arden, the orginal forest.
And Fiona just watches Mary Anne with eyes that seem the same colour as the leaves.
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this could have been yours
This is what he never showed her.
this should have been yours
This is Arden.
She draws a long, slow breath before turning to Fiona.
"Thank you."
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(Or maybe that's just Fi.)
The princess smiles, a little, and then opens her arms wide.
"Welcome to Arden. This, my darling Queen, is where we play. Or, we used to," and her arms drop. "And then we grew up. Still up for playing, though?"
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"Forever and always, lovely. Just point me in the right direction."
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Her faint smile is odd, but it might just be the green light. Really.
"I brought some horses, although I left my boys in Camorra."
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Her eyes might be a darker shade of blue, but it's probably just that same light; when she turns, after all, they look normal enough.
"We'll managed without them...Now, which of these two lovelies is mine?"
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In the middle of mildly hating him, and she's still proud of him.
"Well, I could, but I think we'll leave the spells to later. And your girl is the one on the right, Ditzah."
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Still, the attempt would be interesting.
She approaches her horse, murmuring softly and offering Ditzah a hand to sniff.
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As Ditzah and Mary Anne get to know each other, Fiona mounts her own horse and strokes Aida's neck.
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Once she feels comfortable with Ditzah (and vice versa), she mounts up.
"Shall we?"
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"And oh, Jean-Pierre finished the swords," Fiona adds, flashing Mary Anne a grin over her shoulder.
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