Uncharted Territories Network

[It's possible a few people have noticed that Simon, who had been pretty gregarious just a couple weeks ago, had seemed to vanish in the last few days. He now appears like he hasn't slept in ages, dark circles under his eyes and face even paler than usual]

I know these words will likely mean nothing to any here. But while I do not know if I will ever see the ones who need to hear them most again, I still have an obligation to recite them. It is...all I can do, and I cannot find any words of my own that will suffice.

[he draws himself up, posture rigid and features schooled to show as little emotion as possible. His usually very faint, vaguely-sort-of-British accent thickens to something those from some worlds might recognize as Scottish]

"When the Root and Branch were young, when the Rose still grew unplucked upon the tree; when all our lands were new and green and we danced without care, then, we were immortal. Then, we lived forever. We left those lands for the world where time dwells, dancing, that we might see the passage of the sun and the growing of the world. Here we may die, and here we can fall, and here my," [he stops, and closing his eyes for a moment, long enough for a few tears to fall down his face. Then he coughs, swallows, and opens his eyes again, taking one shuddery breath before continuing] "my daughter August Torquill, has stopped her dancing.”

Maximus is holding his little boy, Atticus sitting on his shoulders for a bit.

Well, My son... is back...

[OOC: this is for Be Careful What You Wished for. Simon asked for his daughter back. He didn't specify for how long, enjoy seeing what he's like in a good mood while it lasts]

This generally isn't the sort of thing I would do, but I find myself needing some solid proof I'm not dreaming so it was well worth the time I spent working out what I was doing.



No one needs to keep their eyes open for the most perfect girl on my account any longer, even though she's refusing to show anyone but me her face. I'm afraid my August can be quite shy at times, she's like her mother that way. A mother who will probably be upset with me for presenting our daughter to strangers like this if I ever face her again, but this might be the first time I haven't been scared of my wife's anger.

I would be likely far from the first to ask if we're all certain this isn't an enchantment of some sort, but I doubt I would ever be creative enough to dream something like this. And I must say that little metal thing's sticking was worth the sting if it actually does as it promises, considering how long it took me just to master one secondary language before.

Oh look at me, rambling on to the masses before I've even introduced myself. My apologies. My name is Simon Torquill and--I suppose I should just get to my most pressing concern. It's probably ridiculous of me to hope, but have any of you happened to have seen a young woman with hair like a fox's fur under a covering of spiders webs wandering about?