Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"Right."
He sets about clearing a space for the circle amongst the cages.
Once that's done, it seems they still have to wait for the doctor.
"How are you holding up? It must be disorienting, being stuck somewhere you didn't plan for. Or is that expected, with summoning?"
"What's it like? I suppose you might not have much to compare it to."
"It's an infinite mostly-flat plane with Earth-like variation in regional topology and climate."
"How many times have you been summoned? Do you prefer Fairyland to Earth?"
"Politics are organized on a more local level, typically. A consequence of the freedom of movement enjoyed by the residents. It is conceivable that there are native religions, though I have not run across any."
And there's the doctor, returning with markers, chalk, and pens.
"I hope he hasn't offended you too much. He never did know when to stop talking."
"It's quite all right."
She snags a piece of chalk and remotely sketches and incomplete circle, with Arabic writing around the edge.
"No, it is not. The binding may be in any language." She finishes writing and holds the chalk before the two men. "One of you will need to finish the circle."
There's a brief pause, and then a person with fluffy white wings appears in the circle.
"Hello summoner, what can I- oh, hi, Ellie."