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all_inclusive2015-07-09 08:49 pm
magicallystrange) wrote in all_inclusive2015-07-09 08:49 pm
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Mirror, Mirror
The King's Road must lead him somewhere, they must take him onwards. Jonathan Strange has fallen through into the fairy world and he must discover the paths for what they are. For if he is to discover this magic, he can bring it back to England and truly begin a new age of English magic. Norrell would disapprove, of course, but then, does not Norrell disapprove of all?
This flight of discovery only lasts him so long before he knows he must return to Arabella. Turning, he strives to find the nearest reflective surface he can, but the paths are unknown to him and Strange is new to all of this.
Finally, he finds a mirror, but when he seeks to take it back to England, that is not where he arrives. Instead, he steps out of the full length mirror and discovers himself in the midst of a terribly lovely ballroom that bears the finest chandeliers he's ever seen. Being a man only barely escaped from war, this luxury is unexpected and frivolous and yet, he wishes to bring Arabella here.
Perhaps this is yet another realm of the fairy? Perhaps the Raven King has led him onwards to a new domain, tucked away where he would not think to look?
Striving to be polite to any fairy he might come across, he presses a hand to his chest as he regards the nearest passing person, who does not seem to be under any enchantment, nor bearing any of the magic that Strange would think to look for. Perhaps these people are not the magicians he had expected and yet, he has come here by magic.
"Good day," he introduces himself as brightly as he might, bowing his head to them. "May I ask, which direction would I take to return to England?"
This flight of discovery only lasts him so long before he knows he must return to Arabella. Turning, he strives to find the nearest reflective surface he can, but the paths are unknown to him and Strange is new to all of this.
Finally, he finds a mirror, but when he seeks to take it back to England, that is not where he arrives. Instead, he steps out of the full length mirror and discovers himself in the midst of a terribly lovely ballroom that bears the finest chandeliers he's ever seen. Being a man only barely escaped from war, this luxury is unexpected and frivolous and yet, he wishes to bring Arabella here.
Perhaps this is yet another realm of the fairy? Perhaps the Raven King has led him onwards to a new domain, tucked away where he would not think to look?
Striving to be polite to any fairy he might come across, he presses a hand to his chest as he regards the nearest passing person, who does not seem to be under any enchantment, nor bearing any of the magic that Strange would think to look for. Perhaps these people are not the magicians he had expected and yet, he has come here by magic.
"Good day," he introduces himself as brightly as he might, bowing his head to them. "May I ask, which direction would I take to return to England?"
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