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booksby_rabbits
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Amalthea moved over, under, around and through the assorted plant matter that was here and there on the ground (and above) of this jungle. She had selected a walking stick when she first entered this land, and was quite glad of it now. Using it for a bit of leverage, she vaulted over a particularly large exposed tree root with ease.
After maybe an hour, she started looking for a place to stop and take a rest. Even with the walking stick this was tough work. Her feet were still sore, her hands were beginning to get blistered, and she was tired. And hungry. And very dirty. She spotted a seemingly good resting place off in the distance and went over for a closer inspection.
She couldn't help giving a small sound of delight when she came up close to this little grove. There was a small stream running here, supplying fresh, cool, water to any who might stop in for a rest. Also, there were an assortment of tree roots that were exposed and were the perfect height for sitting and resting. she thoguht as she set her small pack down, and began to get supplies out.
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amalthea, titania
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The memory loss, the deaths of the fairy council members, Carabosse's revelations, Mabb's emergence. The council had deliberately done something, made Titania - and likely Oberon as well - forget something important. Mabb. And now she was taking revenge. Titania needed answers, and whether that meant speaking with Oberon, with the fairy council, or finding Mabb herself, she needed answers now.
But she was finding none in the Sleeping Woods, not right now. Perhaps it was time she branched out. The woods were not the only home of the fey. She refused to enter Camlann, and instead headed southwest, and entered the Rajani Jungle. She had not been here before, so its magic was new, pulsing with verdant life.
And then she sensed a very particular kind of magic. Light. Pure.. Pristine. It didn't seem to belong. She followed it to its source and found a woman there, resting as if on a journey. And the magic came from her. Titania watching her long before stepping forward and speaking. "Good day to you."
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"Well, I... You have? Truly? This is quite fortuitous that we have met then! But you have not heard of Molly Grue? Well, surely where one is the other can not be too far behind!"
Amalthea thought very quickly about why Molly would not be with Schmendrick, and was not comfortable with some of the alternatives, but comforted herself with the knowledge that at least one of them was well known here in this strange place. This place that was becoming more familiar with each passing moment that she spent here with these people.
Amalthea watched the queen sit, then sat a polite distance away, so as to give the queen space.
"Schmendrick was a dear person who... helped me a very long time ago. I was hoping to see him again, and see how he has been faring these past few years. He and Molly Grue parted my company together and went off, oh, seeking other adventure. This was after he finally became a true magician. It was he who had first, er... shown me how to change form."
She was not certain what else the queen would be interested in about how she knew Schmendrick, and was also uncertain as to how much she would want to tell her Majesty about it.
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"Is that so?" Titania murmured in response. She hadn't asked for much information, and was pleased at how much Amalthea had offered. The knowledge might come in handy someday. "Well, where Schmendrick is now, I am not certain I can say. But he will no doubt be returning to my woods when he has occasion to. I am expecting him, in fact." Titania eyed Amalthea again. "In this season, in spring and summer, in the height of the Seelie court, my woods would be a welcome place for you. True there are creatures to be wary of, but I'm certain you would be well advised as to which you should keep well away from."
She gestured at Amalthea's feet create the image of white and palest lavender flowers. Again it was merely an illusion, but one so perfect it seemed real. Real enough to pick the flowers and hand them to the unicorn in human form. They suited her rather well, Titania thought. "Perhaps sometime I shall see your other form." It wasn't a request, or an order, merely a idle thought, even a fleeting wish.
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