((RP MODE; also Confused Mode))
The naga comes to Brythony, and cannot ascertain where she is.
These lands may be more tricksy than I am.
I had not affixed our new lands in memory; I admit, I could have done this with ease just one day previous, but the sudden arrival of our new lands, you see, blew every thought out of my head as if my thoughts were dandelion puffs.
Even so, when I plucked from my chaotic memory the location of our lands, and enspelled m'self to go to that location...I was taken aback to find myself falling through the air.
I have not been here before. Of that I am quite sure.
Because, me being me? I would remember being exposed to a floating skull and crossed bones. With a collar. And a smokestack.
The naga reaches solid ground.
I learned another thing today, something I'd not quite known: nagas do not like falling to the ground. I tried to guide the fall, tried to hover, but the snake nature made me twist and flail in midair and I despaired of reaching solid ground in one piece!
But thankfully, my descent slowed, which is a very good thing, I would think, for both the snake-side of my nature at present and the Empress of all Dandelions who has so graciously extended the protection of her lands to the Dark Court.
This is the very far edge of the lands that belong to the one naming herself Nefairyous. Of course it's an assumed name, but who among the Unseelie has not, at some point, sought the secrecy of cover? Behind me lay the spreading estates of Mr. Gilbert Sapwood, storyteller of much reknown in the lands of Caledon and New Babbage.
And just to be clear, that moment in the last tour of Brythony wherein our small band discovered the singing mushrooms?
Those self-same mushrooms can be seen under the spreading willow just off to the right. And thus is the Unseelie Court now bordered.
Our lands used to be larger, yes. But we have been much scattered, and put through much along the way of travel, and this is a boon unexpected. We will accept, we have accepted, and it is joyous to be in fae lands again.
Now, we simply need to meet and decide what will exist here, in this fae-formed place.
Besides dandelions. She is the Empress of them, after all. They will, of course, be staying.
The naga slithers off; adventures await.