Who: Edrington, open What: arrival When: Now Where: Outside the butterfly room (wherever it is today) Warnings:None Ratings: None
It was the strangest thing. One moment, he was in his lodgings, attempting to focus on his report. Being a Major, he hadn't had to write many of these, and they were difficult at the best of times. After a disastrous affair like the one he had just taken part in, it seemed impossible.
He had set down his quill and decided to take some air - perhaps a ride on Theseus if it wouldn't trouble the groom too much. But just as he was thinking of this, he felt a soft fluttering against his cheek. He'd opened his eyes to find himself in what had appeared to be a field with a gently sloping hill, in bright sunshine. Butterflies fluttered around - more than he had ever seen in one place.
He had made his way across the field, looking around warily. He couldn't think of anything that had happened to him in the last hours to inspire such a strange vision.
And that was before he reached a door. He ran his hand along the wall, then carefully opened it. It was metal of some sort, and he stepped into a narrow passageway that seemed to be made of the same things. Butterflies fluttered out after him, some clinging to his bright red coat as he looked around carefully.