The Seaglass City is dark and full of shadows that bring more terrors with them as they emerge from the fog. The festival thrown in the honour of the newly arrived Dreamfolk seems to add an air of the absurd macabre to an atmosphere that is already grim, thanks to the return of the Narrakra. The Fool has no interest in the vendors' stalls that might have drawn his magpie's eye on another occasion. The darkness, the fog, the sneering faces that leap out at him from the shadows, all dredge to the surface a fear he had thought behind him now: a cold, dark place, a searing pain, an unyielding loneliness--
But that familiar voice stops him dead in his flight towards home, and he spins around swiftly, searching with desperate eyes for its source.
When he sees her facing off with the monster that hounds her, it's like being given a glimpse back through the sands of time. She might as well be a fresh faced girl at court again; that coward's grin, Prince Regal.
The Fool finds his courage and steps quickly towards her. "My queen," he calls out, but whatever else he might have said, he finds himself speechless after that alone.
B!
He knows that voice.
The Seaglass City is dark and full of shadows that bring more terrors with them as they emerge from the fog. The festival thrown in the honour of the newly arrived Dreamfolk seems to add an air of the absurd macabre to an atmosphere that is already grim, thanks to the return of the Narrakra. The Fool has no interest in the vendors' stalls that might have drawn his magpie's eye on another occasion. The darkness, the fog, the sneering faces that leap out at him from the shadows, all dredge to the surface a fear he had thought behind him now: a cold, dark place, a searing pain, an unyielding loneliness--
But that familiar voice stops him dead in his flight towards home, and he spins around swiftly, searching with desperate eyes for its source.
When he sees her facing off with the monster that hounds her, it's like being given a glimpse back through the sands of time. She might as well be a fresh faced girl at court again; that coward's grin, Prince Regal.
The Fool finds his courage and steps quickly towards her. "My queen," he calls out, but whatever else he might have said, he finds himself speechless after that alone.