Ocht mbliana déag

[wolf_faerie]

[Aisling's voice can be heard through the phone, but it sounds slurred and groggy.]

Ughhh...what happened? My head hurts...and I tried to sleep but I couldn't...

...Yesterday I woke up in the park, and I didn't know how I got there...does anyone know what happened? I don't remember very much...

Comments

[glowbrighter]

Sounds like y'back to normal, then.

[a sigh; you had her worried]

[wolf_faerie]

Back to normal? You mean I wasn't normal before?

[glowbrighter]

You kept saying I was in your forest an' that I was gonna spoil it, and then when I tried to take you to the house you didn't recognize the butterflies I summoned.

[wolf_faerie]

...I said you were in my forest? And I didn't recognize you at all?

[glowbrighter]

Yeah, an' you thought I was tryin' to cast a spell on you, too.

[wolf_faerie]

Really? That's strange. This has never happened to me before...

[glowbrighter]

.....must've just been Mayfield up to its old tricks again.

But I'm glad you're back to normal, at any rate. You scared me.

[wolf_faerie]

I suppose it was.

Me too. I don't like that I don't remember anything from the past two days...

[glowbrighter]

If it helps, I don't think you did anythin' bad an' at least you weren't a drone...

[yeah, that's some really lame consolation and she knows it]

[wolf_faerie]

Ugh, I'd hate to be one of those drones. But I do hope nothing very bad happened...