Wraithvine (and perhaps companions?) comes upon an inn near a foggy forest where a young knight and his half-wolf lady are struggling to return home. It seems that the hail from another world entirely, one with low and different sort of magic, which may make getting them home a real hassle... -- Anon Guest
[AN: Shoutout to Deathshead419, who I am certain gave me this prompt. I shall try my best with this one]
The thing about magic, the real thing about magic is... it sometimes does strange things. Seemingly for amusement. Sometimes, magic has its own will. And sometimes, bits of one world... drip... into another.
Witness an inn. An inn with no stable, nor courtyard, nor track or trail leading to its door. There is a candle burning by its door. A candle with no shelter from the weather. It doesn't need one. Currently, there is a young man in armour arguing with it while a partially lupine lady sniffed about the surrounding area with growing irritation.
"Stuck?" demanded the knight of the candle, "What do you mean stuck?" He paused, apparently watching it flicker. "Don't. Give me. The dictionary definition. I want to understand why you're stuck."
The lupine lady sat on her haunches. "Its an inn that finds those who are lost. It's not used to being lost."
Wraithvine, who had been picking hir way along the deer trails ventured towards the argument, and did not take very long to find the scene as it unfolded. Ze made the mistake of making some noise.
The wolf-lady rose to her feet, hackles up and claws out, but not moving to attack. Just very ready to do that if circumstances unfurled in that direction.
Wraithvine showed her hir empty hands. "Peace, please. I'm a wanderer who... helps where help is needed, and judging strictly by the conversation I overheard, you may need help."
The lady's nose twitched. "Huh. You're serious. All right. What can you do for a peripatetic inn that happens to be lost?"
"What I do for all who are lost," said Wraithvine. "I give directions."
"You can do that?" wondered the Knight.
"I can certainly try," said Wraithvine.
It took an hour of quiet meditation whilst sitting in the threshhold, a tuning fork, and a sprig of holly added to that with a single strand of Wraithvine's hair.
"Yes," said Wraithvine. "You should be on your way after sunset. May good fortune follow you." It was something more than a casual farewell.
They'd find that out later.
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