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Late June, 2019
Jun. 16th, 2019 11:15 amIt takes longer than Greta would like to get Regan settled: to make sure she hasn't truly hurt herself out in the snow, and to reassure herself that she's going to stay put. The latter might be a little too easy, making her feel horrible all over again for how she'd snapped at the lass. But she can work on repairing that damage once she knows that Saoirse's safe.
She has a spare set of winter gear at the Gardens, and as she hauls it out of a closet and piles it in the entryway, she considers who to call. Magnus could probably magic her out of here, that might be the quickest way (presuming he's not already up to his ears in trouble of his own), but the thought of being actively bespelled still turns her stomach. And if this is more fae mischief... Sweeney might already know something.
She sets down her armful of scarf, hat, and mittens, then pulls out her phone to send him a text.
She has a spare set of winter gear at the Gardens, and as she hauls it out of a closet and piles it in the entryway, she considers who to call. Magnus could probably magic her out of here, that might be the quickest way (presuming he's not already up to his ears in trouble of his own), but the thought of being actively bespelled still turns her stomach. And if this is more fae mischief... Sweeney might already know something.
She sets down her armful of scarf, hat, and mittens, then pulls out her phone to send him a text.
