Who: Anastasia Tremaine and Open What: Wanting a glimpse of home Where: The Magic Building (Has it a name?!) Rating: Low Status: In Progress
It was probably weird as anything that she'd gotten used to it here. Oh she would get back someday and there would be a reckoning with Jafar. If she ever got away from where she'd wound up. Angry peasents who hated her and everything she'd done. In some ways she couldn't really blame them. But maybe being there would be less bloody traumatic. She'd gotten friends of course, Regina, Katherine. The Evil bloody Queen and a vampire no less, and the Dark One and his son, now they were a unique little duo those two and the bookworm. They came as a set really.
Being here though, it meant the Will that wasn't Will. Tom his name was. Tom McNair. A werewolf. And there were obvious difference, their manner of speech, inflections, Tom was gentler than Will, didn't have the rough edges.
With a flash of red smoke Ana brought herself to the newly created magic building, unknown if it even had a name. She'd been helping with some protections but right now it wasn't about that. She waved her hand over a bowl of water, one of a few, hoping to see her love. Hoping to see Will, probably with Alice and Cyrus, probably cursing her but of course the seal, the fact she was frozen in time from her own world prevented her magic.
She'd known it would. But all the same, she'd needed to try.
"Worth a shot I suppose" she said, to no one in particular and turned to leave the room, maybe peruse the library.