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[icy_veins]

[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 before—and 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 it—knows her.] What is this barrier? What are you hiding from me!

[decarded]

Must you be so accusatory? [ She sets her jaw—and, unlike the stoic expression he is so accustomed to, it settles her lips in a gentle pout. ] That barrier has nothing to do with me any longer. I was merely giving you some advice.

[ But here Eridanus is, as quick as ever to take personal offense. As her demon's tail sways like an irritable serpent, air blows from her nose in a sharp huff. ]

All that lies beyond it is the Ainsworths' workshop. Do you have some reason to disturb my brother?

[icy_veins]

[A workshop? How curious, he thinks, that he would suddenly find himself in such a place. Eridanus continues to regard Angelica with suspicion, even as his own shoulders curve downwards with a moment of relaxation.]

No. [He responds curtly,] I did not intend to arrive here.

[Or anywhere, for that matter, that wasn't within the glorious halls of his beloved's ship. Still, that doesn't answer how he arrived, and that unanswered question alone is enough to raise his hackles once more like a cat set on-guard.]

Did you summon me here? If so, I demand you return me to the Diadem.