I grinned my way across the veil, the short distance between this plane and the realm of the Sidhe. Green grass, an impossibly blue sky, the smell of summer, wrapped me in the glamour of the plane. I strolled my way toward the trees in the distance, covering ground at a rapid pace. More magic. Aoilainn was playing games, as usual.

I was therefore unsurprised, as I crossed over and began my walk toward the Seelie court, to find a familiar face ...