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[kitchen_maid]

Amy has been coming to Milliways for a while now.

She can remember when the lake had not yet met the ocean, when there were neither mountains nor a baseball diamond, when you had to take care not to wander out of the woods and into the Dreaming.

She has seen friends transformed, attacked, enchanted, and with no idea of their own identity

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[undeniablestyle]

A very old man with long white hair, half-moon glasses, and wearing vibrant green robes stops beneath the tree and smiles up at its occupant.

"It would seem to be 'sailor's delight' this evening, would it not, madam?"

[kitchen_maid]

"I'm not sure even sailors can delight in a sky this red, sir.

"And, of course, it remains to be seen if they'll need to take warning come the dawn."

[undeniablestyle]

"Indeed. Seas are highly changeable even at the best of times."

Dumbledore looks out over the landscape.

"Much like Milliways herself, I have found."

[kitchen_maid]

"Milliways, certainly.

"I know of the sea mostly by hearsay.

"I'm Amy."

[queenofmay]

After her door unceremoniously left her -- after she proven once more she couldn't just not care at the foot of a disaster -- Marian had filed a report with security, put up a sign on the notice board, and headed outside.

Away from people and prying eyes, only to be accosted with the so very red sky. There was nothing but sky, tinged a color, but it unsettled her greatly. She looked in her horse in the paddock, and then at least made it to the dock where The Hope bobbed. But both looked fine, if framed in red.

Eventually she made it toward the woods. Which were still, unlike the reflecting lake-ocean, still very much the right color. It was so much easier to breathe in the trees.

[kitchen_maid]

"Hello, Marian," says Amy, in her very best please don't be startled, but you're being addressed by a queen up a tree voice.

[queenofmay]

She looked up, without startling. Her shoulders didn't draw in, and the only register of confusion or surprise was the quickly fading look on her face, as she finally located where the voice had come from. Queen Amy, up in the tree top.

"Que--" But the memory of I'm only ever Amy here stops her mouth, and she tilted her head, looking from the tree base to her again. "Amy?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Hello," Amy says again.

"How are you?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Amy."

Mal's at the bottom of the tree, having just returned from the shooting range.

"What're you up to up there?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Sitting."

Amy smiles.

"Hello, Mal.

"What are you doing down there?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Standing, apparently. Want me to leave you be?"

Most folk who are up a tree don't do so because they're looking for company.

[kitchen_maid]

"Only if you have need of being elsewhere.

"I just haven't had much occasion to climb trees lately."