"I'm glad to hear it," she said. "And you're both welcome." She barely gestured, and tossed up an illusion: a map of Europe, best as she remembered it, with the detail focused around the western half.
"Here," she said, pointing to a spot, "This is where my home is. Any ents around it will be on guard. You'll have to approach as friends, and focus on that; they can read intention." She smiled, though, plainly not worried so much as just letting them in on how it worked; no sense letting things go wrong, simply by having one's attention on other matters, was there? "And if you've any trouble, find one of the fae. Speak our language; they'll welcome you.
"Though, if the when might be a potential uncertainty...." A little hesitation, but her smile didn't disappear: "Should I not be there, and should my lands be... in trouble... then depending on when, I'll either be out and about, performing feats to try to draw the other fae's attention, and you ought to seek me out...." She gestured to part of the map, a general idea of where she might be pulling off whatever stunts she was talking about, "...Or I'll be trying to retire here." Another spot, a much smaller one, "I found some ents; you'd hear of a haunted grove.
"It would still work to find the other fae, if you're able, I think...." An absent gesture to the image of her friend over there in the doorway from a minute ago, indicating him. "If you can find Sia -- Dandwyn, Zacharie, Marna, Merlin, whatever it is he's going by, he's a winemaker, gardener, healer... he in particular can help you convince me to return. Bring the dark berry wine; he can make it. Even when I can't remember my own name, I'll remember that." She grinned slightly sheepishly, but wasn't hesitating in owning up to it. "Honestly, I'll only need to return home. I've lived so long in my castle, I've left quite an imprint there."
That... was probably the most she'd said about her past troubles so far.
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"Here," she said, pointing to a spot, "This is where my home is. Any ents around it will be on guard. You'll have to approach as friends, and focus on that; they can read intention." She smiled, though, plainly not worried so much as just letting them in on how it worked; no sense letting things go wrong, simply by having one's attention on other matters, was there? "And if you've any trouble, find one of the fae. Speak our language; they'll welcome you.
"Though, if the when might be a potential uncertainty...." A little hesitation, but her smile didn't disappear: "Should I not be there, and should my lands be... in trouble... then depending on when, I'll either be out and about, performing feats to try to draw the other fae's attention, and you ought to seek me out...." She gestured to part of the map, a general idea of where she might be pulling off whatever stunts she was talking about, "...Or I'll be trying to retire here." Another spot, a much smaller one, "I found some ents; you'd hear of a haunted grove.
"It would still work to find the other fae, if you're able, I think...." An absent gesture to the image of her friend over there in the doorway from a minute ago, indicating him. "If you can find Sia -- Dandwyn, Zacharie, Marna, Merlin, whatever it is he's going by, he's a winemaker, gardener, healer... he in particular can help you convince me to return. Bring the dark berry wine; he can make it. Even when I can't remember my own name, I'll remember that." She grinned slightly sheepishly, but wasn't hesitating in owning up to it. "Honestly, I'll only need to return home. I've lived so long in my castle, I've left quite an imprint there."
That... was probably the most she'd said about her past troubles so far.