A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
"Nah, they just figured it'd be - mean, I guess, to meet people from planes we didn't know about and not give you the chance to learn all their languages."
"Also I guess I wanted...allies. The alternate universe mes all have some serious issues, see."
"That counts? There are a bunch of truth claims those words could make up which I would endorse!"
" - well, mysteriously all of us seem to be involved in the lives of the Imrainais to a fairly implausible degree? That one has Cecelia as his slave and that one -" he points at the two far away people - "I don't know what his deal is but his plan right now seems to be to spend the next thousand years nursing his Karen back to health so, uh, there's that - and then I sort of accidentally took Imrainai prisoner as part of the quest I've been on for the last year, about a month ago, and she's been staying with us since then."
"Yeah. Figure we should bring him in on the going-to-war-with-Hell thing anyway."
"You might have to wait for the very powerful teenager to come back. - it doesn't work on writing."
"England, originally. I've spent most of adult life in Scandinavia, and immediately before this I was staying at a fairy court that answers to someone who - acts very much like you, in some respects. I've been told these are all on a different plane than yours."
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