an open post;

[desirestruth]

[Otherwise known as Absolute Nonsense.

A. Casa De Schwarzwald: For reasons known only to the whims of fate and bending spacetime, you're now on the very cold wood floor of a manor deep with in a forest so thick no light penetrates into it. Instead, the area's lit by candlelit or magical lamps, or bioluminescent plants. It's spooky as all hell.

What might be of more concern is the very unamused pale lady staring down the stairs in the foyer at you. Uh-oh.

B. The Ineffable Wisdom of Jackals: So, there's a mob after you, with torches and pitchforks. God only knows what happened, but you probably didn't deserve this. Luckily, some weirdly colored jackal yiped at you and lead you into a safe spot, so you've got time to get a breather while it gekkers at you loudly!

C. Make up your own prompt, live freely.]

Comments

[bowtiedbones]

[YESSSS]

I've been okay and better now for seeing you!

[desirestruth]

You sap.

[MORE HAIRRUFFLES!!!]

Have you been sleeping? Eating? I need to know you're in good shape before I give you a tour, you know.

[bowtiedbones]

I've been sleeping as much as usual [SO, NOT A LOT, BAD], eating better since our new teammate is a cooking teacher, and I'm always tour-ready!

[desirestruth]

... Eliza I know how much the usual isn't.

[bowtiedbones]

I've been trying to nap more to balance it?

[desirestruth]

...I guess it can't really be helped, but if you get tired, please let me know immediately, Eliza.

[bowtiedbones]

I will, I'm not forcing myself along.

[desirestruth]

Good.

[She finally releases the hairruffles, and then offers Eliza her hand.] Come, then. I think we'll start with the gardens.

[bowtiedbones]

[takes her hand, swinging i]

Are they amazing? I bet they are.

[desirestruth]

I like to think so, I had nearly a century to work on them.

[Doot doot welcome to the magical gardens of Schloss Dos Martos! The whole place is lit with carefully coordinated biolumiscent roses, but there's a vast and frankly staggering array of plant species here.

And this isn't even the one she made when she was pregnant and stir-crazy. We'll get to that.]

[bowtiedbones]

Your garden's older than some woods are!

[awwing and cooing admiringly at flowers, oh gosh GLOWING ROSES]

[desirestruth]

Not these woods, anyway.

[She laughs, and picks one of the roses out, gently, to set in Eliza's hair.]

If you're here long enough, we'll show you the garden in the capital. Younger, but I had a lot of room to work with.

[bowtiedbones]

[laughing]

How much younger?

[desirestruth]

Well, the gardens have existed for a while, but it's been about...two years since they let me get my hands on it? I went a little stir-crazy, waiting for Remy to be born...

[bowtiedbones]

[WAIT HOLD UP]

—You have a baby??

[desirestruth]

Oh, that's right...he wouldn't have been born yet, when I was on the train, but he's about eighteen months old.

[Oh man she is so happy. The flood is coming, Eliza. You're gonna hear about her son.]

[bowtiedbones]

Do you have pictures? Can I meet him?

[BABY??????????]

[desirestruth]

You can probably meet him, just--

[Tilting her head, to listen to something.] Ah, he is awake. Well then, I need to feed him anyway, c'mon.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh, gosh! You're like your own baby monitor.