WHEN Sunday evening, 15 September
WHERE Faerie, the goblin market
WHAT Careful where you go looking; you might not like what you see
WARNINGS tbd
( Fairy trods were always a mistake. )
Hala wakes in the dark, a rushing in her ears and a tentative predawn glow leaking through the crack in the curtains. She lies there, breathing through a wave of dizziness, and rubs the bridge of her nose, massaging at a pressure that's been building for a full week— that is, quite suddenly, no longer there. ( They've moved. ) |