[Finding himself in a place so unfamiliar (one moment he was in the great halls of the Diadem, a cohort of daemonettes trailing after him like iridescent perfume smoke, and the next he was set in a snowy field), Eridanus resolves to find out just why that was. Was he spirited away, or was this a simple trickery of the mind? Had he taken far too much ambrosia, or was this the doing of the Eye? Regardless of the circumstance, all theory is put on hold by the echo of familiarity.
He whips around, sending a powdery flurry of snow at his feet swirling through the silent air as he does. All question, all thought, dies within his skull as he takes in the sight of that great woman. Her appearance is wholly foreign to him, and yet, he feels as if he's met her a thousand times beforeโand just her simple presence sets his skin crawling with the need to retreat for fear of deadened eyes that peer to thoroughly into his soul.]
What is this place, Angelica? [The name slips off of his tongue thoughtlessly, but he doesn't spare any moment to wonder just how he knows itโknows her.] What is this barrier? What are you hiding from me!
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He whips around, sending a powdery flurry of snow at his feet swirling through the silent air as he does. All question, all thought, dies within his skull as he takes in the sight of that great woman. Her appearance is wholly foreign to him, and yet, he feels as if he's met her a thousand times beforeโand just her simple presence sets his skin crawling with the need to retreat for fear of deadened eyes that peer to thoroughly into his soul.]
What is this place, Angelica? [The name slips off of his tongue thoughtlessly, but he doesn't spare any moment to wonder just how he knows itโknows her.] What is this barrier? What are you hiding from me!