No, no, no...

[A voice of distress and confusion, the Queen forms onto the mirror in a strange manner, the light housed within the vine struggling to show her image. The picture flares, too bright, then too dark again. The sound of leaves shaking and of wind howling rises.]

This isn't right. Oh darlings, I don't know where it's gone...

[A hand extends towards the vine, fingers tense and palm open. Only when the Queen has taken her creation back in to her hand does the image begin to calm, lights lowering, the hissing of the wind quieting, though it does not vanish in entirety.

As the image clears, however, you will see her: down on her knees, picking through a great assortment of leaves: from red to green to gold.]

This one belongs to... and this one... and this one... No, no, no.

[She looks up suddenly, red hair flung back, her eyes deep and mournful.]

You'll help me, won't you? We'll sort it out.


[[ooc; The Queen, the Incarnae, and the local animals will be out and about doing everything possible to help you all back into your correct bodies. Please take this opportunity to experience a few more memories before you find your way back home! This post is open for all of you, if you would like an NPC, just drop us a line.]]