[The crack between the two realms is easier to see and even easier to feel. For her part, Abigail watches the cat. Or, at least, the being in the form of a cat. She can only imagine what it's like, being so close to home but being unable to cross the threshold.]
Come Yule [she says gently] we'll see if we can't discuss the terms of your contract with the one you're bound to.
[A good time for such things, certainly, and not so long for a fae.]
Something Wicked
Come Yule [she says gently] we'll see if we can't discuss the terms of your contract with the one you're bound to.
[A good time for such things, certainly, and not so long for a fae.]