Characters: Asher & Keillan (+ a garrison of mercenary faeries) What:Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more A group of faeries stumble upon a very lost, very confused human. Where: A forest, Sun Court When: Afternoon sometime~ Status: Complete
The grass beneath him had been soft and springy, the perfect pillow on which to sleep. The sunlight that had warmed his face had been soothing, coupled with a light breeze that tickled his cheeks and ruffled his hair, as birdsong and rustling leaves had lulled him as he dozed.
Then, Asher Hannigan had woken up.
It hadn't been a dream. He had been laying on the ground, the canopy of branches and leaves above him parting enough to let gentle rays of light filter to the floor below. The sounds that had met his ears had seemed normal and unthreatening; exactly what one would expect to hear in the middle of a wood. Yet as he had glanced around, things hadn't seemed to add up. Where was his tent? His camping supplies? There hadn't even been a sign of the fire he had put out before retiring to his sleeping bag the previous night. Everything but the clothes on his back had seemingly disappeared.
Asher had, after looking around the immediate vicinity for his possessions and finding nothing, gone in search of the stream he had set up his camp by in order to recalibrate himself with his surroundings and make his way back to civilisation. Yet it didn't seem to be where he remembered it to be; it didn't seem to have existed at all. Certain that he had seen the water only a few hours before, he went in the opposite direction in case he had misjudged the forest, and once again came up with nothing. The compass application on his cell phone wasn't much help after that, the needle spinning in circles and refusing to point him north. So, in an increasingly terrible mood, Asher had begun to walk along the clearest path through the wood in the hopes of spotting something familiar.
That had been hours ago.
The longer that Asher walked for, the more confused he became as he trekked through the unfamiliar terrain. He came across nothing that he had seen before, no indication that he was on the right path. He was lost with no supplies and - according to the 'no service' message on his cell phone - no way of calling for help.