war table: one giant leap.

[propulsion]

WHO: Intrepid heroes
WHAT: Forging a path to the second Crossroads Gate, and then poking it with sticks.
WHEN: Late Drakonis
WHERE: The Crossroads
NOTES: n/a

Comments

[heirring]

The task of anchoring the carefully balanced tripod consumes a great deal of this explanation. She extends and locks into place the stabilizing feet from the foot of each leg with a soft serious of clicks and clacks, head cocked halfway toward Tony as he prattles on about Oz and fairytale princess and so on. It's only during this last bit that Wysteria has fully straightened from the task so she might squint at him and the sunglasses perched at the very tip of his nose without interruption.

She bats some measure of invisible or non-existent Crossroads dust from her skirts.

"Pardon?"