why is there a word for that

[alicornucopia]

Finnah's just arrived at work to open the store for the morning shift; she has her apron on but hasn't put her hair up yet. She lets in the customer who always takes half an angle to determine that he wants four buttercreams, again, and then nips into the back to tend to her hair and check the overnight progress of the rock candy.

This isn't the back.

But that -

No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.

"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"

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[greatcomposure]

"I think," says Koridaar, "once we verify the extent of the effect, I might like to take my runecasting study materials and go home. Otherwise I expect to be waiting a long time for Mial to be done swearing at his alts."

[alicornucopia]

"Yeah, this is looking like it's going to make him forget to eat, sleep, and breathe except for the purpose of swearing," snorts Finnah. "And if I stay too long I'm going to want lunch way before my lunch break. Can the bar give me a new nametag so I don't get caught without?"

Bar provides. Finnah hands over an aaber and gets change and goes out the door.

[greatcomposure]

"I suppose there is no good way to predict when the rejuvenating blood will be done with me," says Koridaar.

[isthisart]

"I could guess," says Linya, "but since we have no planned responses to any of the possible answers and I don't know if I'd be even close I'm not sure I should bother naming a number."

[greatcomposure]

"Yes. Well then. Perhaps I'll get started on my reading now."

[isthisart]

Books are supplied. Linya inclines her head and goes back to her own merry barsploitation.

[greatcomposure]

Koridaar sits with her husband and reads.

[thisvorlunatic]

The various Mileses swear at each other.

[isthisart]

"Progress has stopped," observes Linya, when she checks again a while later.

[greatcomposure]

"In that case, I'll be going now."

Koridaar has reverted to an apparent age of about twenty-five equivalent. When she stands up, she smiles brilliantly.

[alicornucopia]

"Later, Aunt Koridaar."

[on_my_word]

Avar helps carry the books. Off they go.

[alicornucopia]

Leaving a bar population of:

Miles, Stalas, Mial,

Mark,

Ivan, Aurin,

and Linya.

[abeance]

For certain values of meanwhile:

"Bloody Enchanted Forest is too enchanted to forest," says Jann, kicking a rock. "Isn't it supposed to be somewhere around here? Approximately? Hulloa the forest, we need to visit your princesses!"

[first_and_final]

"It is rather notoriously difficult to enter if you mean to go there," says Milo. "Well, it wouldn't be a quest without pointless obstacles, right? Let's try going this way. I think the sparse scraggly trees are thicker in that direction."

He is correct about that. The sparse scraggly trees do start looking awfully foresty.

But nothing like any description of the Enchanted Forest.

[abeance]

"Well, this is some forest. This looks like the sort of forest you get turned into a hedgehog for poaching in, remind me not to hunt anything on this trip. I suppose if the idea is not to try to go to the forest we could try going to the Caves of Fire and Night and do my thing first."

[first_and_final]

"There is that... I don't know, something here feels off. Does something here feel off to you?"

[abeance]

"You mean besides the hedgehog thing?" Pause. "Yeah, actually, this does not look like forestry class in knight school." Jann peers around. "There... are... too many sticks? On the ground? Wow, that sounds incredibly stupid when I say it."

[first_and_final]

"And yet for once I'm not inclined to tell you so. There's - something."

He proceeds a little further.

"I think I see a break in the trees up ahead. Would you rather make for it, or turn around?"

[abeance]

"Mm - well, you can't get much more 'not trying to enter the Enchanted Forest' than 'attempting to depart a clump of trees for not-a-clump-of-trees' - let's go."

[first_and_final]

"Sure. I accept your logic."

Milo proceeds forward.

In a minute or so, the trees do indeed thin out again, and they emerge onto a grassy field that surrounds a very pretty lake. There are mountains visible in the distance. It is almost precisely the wrong direction for them to be the Mountains of Morning. Also, a few minutes ago it was midmorning and now it seems to be late afternoon.

The lake and its surroundings are subtly off in the same way as the forest. There are fewer sticks on the ground out here, but that just means the weirdness is harder to pinpoint.

Also, there are plenty of rocks. Such as the one Milo carelessly steps on that turns under his foot and pitches him sideways into a slight dip in the ground, where he encounters several more rocks.

"Fuck!" he hisses, and then continues in that vein.

[abeance]

"Ah, shit," says Jann, dropping to his knees to assess the damage and render assistance. "...Also: where in fuck are we?"

[first_and_final]

"I don't know!" exclaims Milo. "But I don't think I like it very much, wherever it is!"

His right leg is broken twice below the knee, and his right wrist isn't looking too hot either.

[abeance]

"Right, I see a building over there, what say I haul you to it on the off-chance that there's something more recuperation-friendly for you to lounge on than the ground in there?"

[first_and_final]

"Sounds good to me. Ugh. Should probably get these set first, though."

Milo always hates it when someone else has to help him set his bones. He could technically get these ones done by himself, but not being able to use his right hand makes it much more complicated and annoying. And Jann knows how, so it won't be like having to rely on a horrified stranger.