Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -the teenager had been feverish when she wondered out from the Red Dragon Inn after a mug of tea, trying to sooth a sore throat, she had been making her way to the den on foot, cutting through the woods..she wore her black leather jacket, a purple shirt and denim jeans over thermal underpants, after a long walk she had fallen through a snow drift (which was deeper than she thought), she fell through a rotted out log hidden deep under the snow-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -now she woke now from a fevered sleep. her lungs burning as she tried to breath, causing her to cough violently, Gwen fought against shivering, pulling the leather jacket close, once she was able to stop coughing she blinked tears from her eyes, she glanced around herself...wondering how long she had been sleeping and..where was she?-

Aziah Slantshank: -a dark shadow grew around the hole in the snow, as if something was standing over the small gap in the snow....Aziah appeared stepping from the shade of the trees on the newly fallen snow, her long black fur cloak over her slender from, the hood drawn up over her features, her steps were silent even on the snow, as if she hadn't even been treading through the area-

Aziah Slantshank: -someone might ask why she appeared there, what business of hers was it, this hole in the ground or what lies beyond it? Golden eyes glimmered as she listened, she didn't stand over it to stare down into it, she only waited near the trees for now..just using the senses that being so near her domain gave her, she kept a small grin on her lips, looking darkly normal, as if she might belong there for some reason-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -looking up above herself she could see sunlight shining above the dripping hole through the log and the snow above, she could feel a cold gust of air from that hole as well, fingers worked to zip up her jacket as dual tone grey and blue eyes adjust to the light she had avalible, she frowned and tried to swallow, it hurt badly, her body ached, she felt along herself, no blood..she hadn't broken anything in the fall but that didnt take away from how she ached-

Aziah Slantshank: -the teenager who had fallen into the rotten log, had landed right into one of the many snares Aziah's underlings had set into the workings of the outskirts of her domain...the teen had fallen from the realm of the material plane only 10 feet or so into the dimensional rift that was a piece of the fae realm. this peice of the fae realm happened to belong to this very Unseelie...Aziah would watch the blue streak speed through the trees nearby, her attention might have gone to it for a few moments-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -finally able to see with the light from above, she saw her cellphone on the ground next to her, she'd reach over and pick it up, her fur was wet, dirty with soil, some places had icey snow hanging from them, she'd pick up the cellphone and flip it open, the screen lit up, that gave her some hope, she'd call Rawsha and they would come find her...she watched as the screen on her phone loaded, the device beeped-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -the screen showed 'no signal located', Gwen frowned and stood up using the wall of the cavern she was in to lean against, she held the phone up and blinked, how could a phone powered by the souls of magicknet, lose signal? Still nothing happened...she blinked a little and used the light of the cellphone screen to look around the cave, roots and jagged rocks made a maze under ground here..that went both to the left and right, she hoped there was a cave mouth nearby and would start to the left, using the light of the cellphone held out infront of her to guide her through the darkness-

Aziah Slantshank: -Aziah kept the warm hood drawn over her features, sheilding her visiion from the snow, she would relax there, the cold not really bothering her-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -Gwenyvere kept moving, except when she doubled over coughing, she clutched her cellphone in her paw and leaned against the cavewall, she was cold and couldnt stop shivering, after a moment the cavern turned off to the left, she would follow it along, coughing fit over with she moved on, starting to think the entrance of the cave wasnt near, but she couldnt stop or turn around now, she kept moving, using the cellphone screen to light her path-

Aziah Slantshank: -Aziah kept the warm hood drawn over her features, sheilding her visiion from the snow, she would relax there, the cold not really bothering her, but then her form would start to swirl not some wild torrent of arms, torso and legs but something looking like her body turning to smoke, then from smoke to dark shadow, seeping toward the edge of the hole she had been watching over, then pouring down through the opening like lava would into a ridge of earth-


Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -the teenager continued to move, brushing roots aside so she could pass, shivering harshly as she walked through a passage a bit larger than the one she had ended up in after the fall, she pulled her jacket close, pushiing one paw into her pocket the other holding the cellphone out as her only light source, she'd lean agains the wall, looking at the screen of the phone she'd attempt to dial out-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -tears came to fever-glazed eyes as the phone beeped and the message at the top read 'no signal found', she'd slump down to sit on the ground, she could feel mushrooms and mossy growth along the bottom of the cave and the sounds of water trickling along somewhere, but sleep would take her for the moment, just as her cellphone's screen went black and the cave flickered dark around her-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -Gwen's dreams had her in her warm bed at home in the den, she could hear voices of her family off in the distance, her brother, her mother, her father..others that she love...but as they came to her in her room one by one their faces and forms were distorted and their bodies ravenged by chaos and darkness....soon the dream had her falling through her bed.. drowning in a sea of black inky water, she flailed and screamed in her dream and would find herself waking up face down on the cavern's cold stony floor-
Aziah Slantshank: -in the moments past, Aziah had flowed down into the caverns, into the cavern systems which are on the verge of one realm and the other,,,she had followed the teenaged lupinossai left and watched her silently, she had seen the girl slide to the floor to sit and saw too that she was ill...she watched her sleep..heard the sounds of the dreamfilled sleep...she was now standing not to far off, leaning against the rocky cave wall-

Aziah Slantshank: -her long cloak billowing down her form, she was kept warm, her features kept a somewhat friendly smile, even if those golden eyes, tempted to pierce through one's soul..she would run a leather gloved finger along the stone wall and a grey light would flicker off of their surface, in a few places light of soft pinks, greens and oranges would illuminate the stone and plants-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -dual tone blue and grey eyes blinked a bit as she laid her head on the ground..the glow of the softly lit stones catching her sight, she wiped at blurred eyes, forcing herself to turn on to her back, she had no idea how she ended up on her stomach in the first place and she had yet to notice the woman standing in the dimness-

Aziah Slantshank: -the two had traveled deep into the realm the Unseelie had formed for herself, to a castle, a massive structure of black stone and wood, with stained glass windows depicting nature in colors of blacks, whites, grays with some dark reds, purples and blues mixed here and there, the castle had an eerie beauty about it as it
towered over large gardens and surrounding buildings-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -dreams gnawed at the unrestful sleep, the sick lupinossai teen was having. She'd been laid on a bed of silk sheets and a soft down matress and covered with a thick blanket of black satin. Gwenyvere's fever had raged, bouts of chills and coughing had come over her too...she slept but could feel someone watching over her in the chamber she laid in-

Aziah Slantshank: -Aziah had left the lupinossai to rest, leaving the youth in the care of attendants, a squat looking old goblinoid woman with a wart on the end of her nose, she dressed in brown robes and walked with a cane and a tall thin elf-like being wearing black robes...they had poured a warm sweet mix of herbs and milk of the poppy through a silver feeding horn, into the teen's mouth and were both sitting watch over her-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -Gwenyvere slept on, with the effects of the herbs and medicine, finally allowing the fever to lessen, she clutched the sheets in her paws, nightmares and dreams went on but rest would start to trickle into the mix as well-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -her eyes adjusted and she sat up, slowly, she still felt some of the effects of the milk of the poppy and the herbs. The heaviness in her chest, her sore throat and headache were gone, the shivering had stopped...She took a moment to look down at herself, her leather jacket and the clothing she had been wearing the day she fell had been changed, she wears a silky light blue night gown that was long enough to touch her ankles and flowed elegantly around her, she slowly stood from the bed, at first her legs and joints wanted to scream, sore from not the fall perhaps...or from non-use-

Gwenyvere Wolf-Spiritor: -the soreness was bearable, the teen moved across the torch-lit room and happened to look into the mirror, her lavender hair had been washed and combed, it had grown long down passed her shoulders, she took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, had she aged.? she couldn't remember, perhaps it was just the way she had been cared for while she was ill..she smiled softly as she regarded herself-