heart_of_a_witchWho: Courtney and open! (Feel free to jump in whether we've plotted oocly or not.)
When: Day 121
Where: The tunnels
What: Déjà vu, all over again.
It's been three years, seven months, and four days since the last time Courtney entered a tunnel in the earth leading to who-knows-where. Back then, she knew the layout of the Goblin Market, knew where to turn to avoid the guards, how to avoid the pushiest vendors, and what hill the Duchess kept her mansion on. Now, the Kingdom of Summer's Twilight is closed to her, and she misses it like she'd miss her own arm if it were cut from her body. Maybe she even gets phantom pains now and then, a craving for the taste of fruits grown in the orchard that no sunlight touches.
With Wilf, she could always talk about this, but he's not here now. Instead, there's a gaping hole in the ground, and she's pretty sure there are no faeries on the other side.
(And yet, a small piece of her dares to hope, as she steps into the darkness.)
She goes a short way with a ball of magelight cupped in her palm, but once the light from the Cape fades, so does her magic. She makes a tiny sound of dismay as the blue glow gutters and goes out. Going back isn't an option, and she can't hear anyone else around her. When she was twelve, someone accused her of having nerves of iron. Ultimately, she's more stubborn than brave, but that's enough to keep her putting one foot in front of the other, as her heart flutters in her chest and her eyes strain in the blackness.