does not anymore work

[campanas]

Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:

an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.

with Prime (Aestrix)

with Edie and Emily (Maggie)

with Gloria (Maggie)

with Gren (Rockeye)

Comments

[campanas]

"I know, but not other people! Rose maybe mad if bringing other people."

[witchwatcher]

"Okay, no other people. Just me, Gren, you. Deal?"

[campanas]

"Yeah."

[witchwatcher]

"Great. Now we just need Gren to talk to the boss." She does that. Only a few minutes later, they're ready to go.

"Pen, please describe Rose as best you can. If you only know one Rose it should be good enough already, but more detail can't hurt."

[campanas]

"Rose nickname not real name, real name, uuuuuuum, Belle Cygne. Has three daughters looking like my sisters. Married to a one Daddy who a cat monster sometimes. Live in castle in woods. Enchantress, aura do wind and plants. Look like Mommy, brown hair brown eyes. Except is specially pretty for enchantress reason. Live in Rêverie. Wears dresses."

[witchwatcher]

Lytee takes a deep breath. There is a subtle sensation of sliding- not any particular direction, just sliding.

And the three of them fall a couple of inches onto the nearest flattish open space to Rose, wherever that might be.

[beheld_beauty]

Rose is in midair, with one of her daughters, wind swirling around them.

[campanas]

This altitude difference presents Pen with no obstacle, per se, but, "Shhh. Think she enchanting, bad for interrupt."

[witchwatcher]

Lytee staggers upon landing and leans against Gren. Otherwise they hold still.

[campanas]

"You okay?" wonders Pen.

[witchwatcher]

"She's just tired. Teleporting to a person takes a lot of mana, I think teleporting here took even more. Using too much magic all at once knocks us Witches out for a little while."

[campanas]

"Oh. Maybe Rose can fix when done with spell."

[witchwatcher]

"Be fine in a 'min." Lytee mutters. "This is why I needed Gren here too."

[campanas]

"Oh."

Eventually the wind stops swirling so energetically. Pen flaps to go up to talk to Rose.

[beheld_beauty]

And Rose, trailed by her thirteen-year-old, descends to the ground. "Hello. Welcome to Rêverie."

[witchwatcher]

"Thank you. That's the world's name? I'm honestly less surprised than I could be that there's more. Pen here wandered into ours from Milliways, and I guess we're just lucky Lytee can teleport through worlds."

"Not very often, I can't."

"And I wanted to know where she got her sublimely powerful shielding."

[beheld_beauty]

"Pen's shields -"

[jovahs_heiress]

At this moment a winged person who looks like a less pretty version of Rose appears and picks Pen up.

[beheld_beauty]

"- are made with a form of magic from a world called Eos. Hello, Angela."

[jovahs_heiress]

"Hello. Thank you both for helping Pen."

[witchwatcher]

"...So that's what she meant by 'any mommy'. Huh. And you two are orders of magnitude more magic than she is, I almost want to turn my special off, jesus."

[jovahs_heiress]

"If it's uncomfortable we could try to rig up some sort of baffle, or just stand back and converse by brainphone?"

[beheld_beauty]

Rose withdraws her aura.

[witchwatcher]

"No, I just... It's like you're carrying enough power to blow up the sun. It's intimidating."

Lytee comments, "If you're that strong, you can probably contain the Neuroi hive. End the war."

[beheld_beauty]

"We're very strong. It's what we do. What are the Neuroi?"