ϟ FISSURES COMMUNICATIONS ϟ

The time for pain is over.

Alright, that's not strictly true, I don't think this pain will ever truly leave, but it's time to stop it being so all consuming. My husband is gone, and the odds of him ever coming back to me are minimal. And even if he were to be brought back, it's even less likely that he'd remember me. But I have a baby to look after. My focus needs to be her.

( GIFS POSTED TO FORUM )

[ JOURNAL ENTRY; ]

Gif sigh. Indiana Jones marathon, anyone?

Uh. Guys? I think I found Kaelas.

[Filtered to Aunt Gabrielle and Aunt Marian]

I could use some sage Aunties advice with regards to a boy.

[Filtered to the girlfriends of her generation]

MOTHER NIGHT, I AM FLAILING HERE AND BEING SUCH A GIRL AND I HATE THIS AND BLEH BLEH BLEH!

How long does it take for the layout of this world to make a little sense? Errands can't keep taking this long, I'll never get anything done.

[ visible to SURREAL & JAENELLE & GILLIAN; ]

I'm a horrible mother. I've adjusted to losing years before when I didn't know about him before his arrival, I should be able to do it faster this time now that I do know him.

[ psychic communication - LUCIVAR & MARIAN; ]

^★ Lucivar? ^★

There's an entire world in our pantry, the network is a journal now, and there's absolutely nothing I recognize except the wolf that's licking me half to death.

I want my wife here. Now.


[ooc: probably was a ripple of rage too]

Oh what now.

Well. This was unexpected. And it's unusual for me to be surprised by things like this. Is this another Zenner experiment?

I've developed a troublesome habit of waking up in worlds not my own. At least this time I haven't been branded.

I'm looking for my wife. Long hair, pointed ears, troublesome.