The house was strangely silent, after Wirt and Greg left. Sure, there were residual sounds, strange humming and the sound of things moving by outside, but there was nothing familiar about any of it. A bird perched on one of the weird wires that ran high above the ground, but it didn't stick around long, and it was then that she realized what was so weird about it; this wasn't the country, and there were just way more people and buildings way closer together than she was used to, to an unnerving degree.
Shaking it off, she busied herself with a bath (which was hotter than any bath she'd ever taken in her life, and she ended up staying in until her fingers and toes were disgustingly pruney) and a change of clothes (a warm, floral-print dress) before venturing into the kitchen once more. The thought of making anything in the appliances was more than a bit daunting, despite Wirt's explanation, so she settled for a cup of fruit in a strangely sweet syrup and some bread with butter on it. Simple, but filling enough.
Looking at the pictures on the walls as she started back up the stairs, she stopped about half way up, looking at the smiling faces that she didn't recognize and the ones that she did. This place was real, just as real as her own home, and part of her had wondered if maybe Wirt and Greg were just lost spirits or something similar, because how could there be another world connected to hers? There was magic where she came from, certainly, but not other worlds where there was no such thing, and there were such strange appliances and technology she didn't even begin to understand.
If there was no magic here, would she ever be able to get home? Maybe the path between their worlds would let people pass into hers and back into this one, but she could only go through one way.
Rubbing her forehead, she shook the melancholy feeling away, trudging up the rest of the stairs and returning to the bedroom. Pinning her hair up now that it was dry, she took the sheets of paper and a large book from the shelves and settled on the bed, propped up on the pillows so she could draw comfortably. It was doodles more than anything grad, but it was nice to be able to work uninterrupted by siblings or nosy parents.
Before she even realized how much time had passed, the door downstairs was opening, and while she initially didn't say anything, when she heard Wirt's voice, she answered. "No, I decided to go next door to introduce myself to the neighbors as your magical bluebird house guest from an alternate dimension. It's been going quite splendidly so far."
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Shaking it off, she busied herself with a bath (which was hotter than any bath she'd ever taken in her life, and she ended up staying in until her fingers and toes were disgustingly pruney) and a change of clothes (a warm, floral-print dress) before venturing into the kitchen once more. The thought of making anything in the appliances was more than a bit daunting, despite Wirt's explanation, so she settled for a cup of fruit in a strangely sweet syrup and some bread with butter on it. Simple, but filling enough.
Looking at the pictures on the walls as she started back up the stairs, she stopped about half way up, looking at the smiling faces that she didn't recognize and the ones that she did. This place was real, just as real as her own home, and part of her had wondered if maybe Wirt and Greg were just lost spirits or something similar, because how could there be another world connected to hers? There was magic where she came from, certainly, but not other worlds where there was no such thing, and there were such strange appliances and technology she didn't even begin to understand.
If there was no magic here, would she ever be able to get home? Maybe the path between their worlds would let people pass into hers and back into this one, but she could only go through one way.
Rubbing her forehead, she shook the melancholy feeling away, trudging up the rest of the stairs and returning to the bedroom. Pinning her hair up now that it was dry, she took the sheets of paper and a large book from the shelves and settled on the bed, propped up on the pillows so she could draw comfortably. It was doodles more than anything grad, but it was nice to be able to work uninterrupted by siblings or nosy parents.
Before she even realized how much time had passed, the door downstairs was opening, and while she initially didn't say anything, when she heard Wirt's voice, she answered. "No, I decided to go next door to introduce myself to the neighbors as your magical bluebird house guest from an alternate dimension. It's been going quite splendidly so far."