502 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
Current Version:
The REALM hosts several Otherworld boundaries. During Samhain, some open for six days and nights. Others stay open for three, or for one. A portal in the canyon lands opens onto the Crowhead world for just over ten hours. Crowheaded witches fly across the dawn sky, their black feathered wings snapping into the wind.
They are the first to discover the sleeping, snoring Elven mathematician.
Because the Elven portal closes before theirs opens, the Crowheads have never seen a Samhain Elf. The feathered witches gather around to poke and prod the sleeping figure, but the Elf maiden dozes on.
“What do you s’pose it is?”
“Wingless, with the head of a human, but tiny as a Fae. The Faery Host come in a variety of forms but I’ve not seen one like this.”
“She’s no Fae. Not with those ears. Not without wings.”
“I could cup her in my hands and carry her home.”
“And then what?”
“Dunno. Keep her as a pet, I s’pose.”
“What if she bites?”
“Well then, I’d bite her back.”
“Hah! Good way to catch a mouthful of disease. Wild otherworldly critters carry all sorts of diseases, ‘specially the ones what we don’t know where they’ve been.”
“The sun is rising, ladies!” the coven leader calls. “Time for one last circle ‘round the bonfire.”
With a chorus of complaints, the Crowheads take to the sky. “Bonfire rituals, such a chore!”
The Elf maiden turns over in her sleep. She groans. Her eyelids flutter open. “Ahoy, fellows. I’ve just had the strangest dream.” She looks around. “Fellows? Hey, where did you all go?”
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Revision Notes:
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