randomplaces | Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Stepping into time.

Manhattan baked, attention spans and tempers both shortened by the summer heat and humidity. In the east a thunderstorm brewed, to the west the sun stood near the horizon. On the ramparts of the castle in the clouds all was silent, all was still.

Then something opened in the air above, and a figure darted out and settled on the edge of the battlement, golden curls blowing in the breeze as bright butterfly wings folded against the back of a tall young woman with weary blue eyes and a strong-boned but lovely face.

"Solid ground," she murmured to the huge furry cat in her arms as the feathery antennae on her forehead waved and took in the scents all around them. "Only a real world could smell this bad."

The cat looked up at her and rumbled a purr, then hopped out of her arms and went to sniff around the bases of the statues that stood nearby before affectionately rubbing his cheek against them as he usually only did to claim friends that he liked.

Sadie frowned and looked at them, wondering why each one smelled as though one non-human person had been leaning on them. Or something like that. Each one had a living scent clinging to them that was unique to itself.

Curious, she stood a little unsteadily and tugged down on the worn flannel shirt that with a pair of boxer shorts comprised her outfit and walked over to investigate just as the sun dipped below the horizon.

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"Thanks," she said, too tired to really feel like she was making sense. "Just point the way."

"C'mon," Elisa said, getting up. "Follow me."

"'Kay." She pulled herself to her feet and nodded good night to the others.

Elisa led Sadie down a couple of corridors into a long hallway, stopping by one of the doorways and opening it up to reveal a bedroom that, while it definitely had the feeling of a guest bedroom, probably cost more to decorate than some people made in a year.

"We don't really have too much use for 'em ourselves," she said, "but we've got a wing of the castle here that's more or less 'ours' and plenty of friends and allies who might need a place to crash, so it doesn't hurt to keep them up."

Not to mention there's more you can do in a bed than just sleep.

"Yerk." Sadie hid her antennae in her hair. "Didn' wanna smell that right now."

The sight of the bed brought on all her weariness in a rush and she wobbled a little, her shoulders drooping as the richness of the room reminded her of her lost home. "Thanks."

"Er... didn't want to smell what right now? I can't smell anything out of the ordinary..."

"I kin smell people's thoughts."

Not quite, but she was too tired to explain how a person's scent changed with their thoughts.

She pointed to her antennae and walked over to look at the bed. "I think you were thinkin' about Goliath or somethin'. Ooooh, a bathroom! With a tub!"

Elisa blushed, her cheeks flushing a deeper orange-shade, but she decided not to press the comment.

"Well, you enjoy yourself. I'll make sure the rest of the house knows you're here. Just remember, we won't be available between sunrise and sunset."

"Got that." She nodded and looked nosily into the empty drawer of the dresser, pulling out a penny that someone had left there at some time or other and flipping it toward her hostess.

Elisa catches it easily and smiles. "All right, me and the Big Guy are gonna be just down the hall aways if you need us before dawn."

"Alright." She grinned. Then, "Oh, want me ta get Ugly?"

"If you want. Isn't a big deal one way or the other."

She considered, then shrugged and decided that she wasn't up to an argument with the big cat. "Nah, let 'em have fun."

She walked over to the bed and poked it a little cautiously.

"Something wrong?"

Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Stepping into time.

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