one. [voice]

[breakfaith]

[ Aribeth seems quite unaware she is being recorded by the Vine; there's a kind of awe in her voice as she takes in her surroundings. ]

Am I— Have I died? Is this Tyr's realm? But I had not thought... Surely I cannot have atoned, there's not been time—

[ Her voice catches; quite suddenly, she's nearly in tears. But her tone steadies as she continues to speak; she's beginning to realize something is off. ]

But there is my armor, and... [ The ringing sound of a bladed weapon being drawn. ] My sword. What manner of place—

[ She pauses abruptly. ] —A cat? [ A sound of rustling paper as she unrolls the scroll the cat has brought her, and a longer pause as she reads through it. And then she seems to notice the Vine. ]

Some sort of... communication device? [ She's quiet for a moment, feeling faintly ridiculous, before she speaks. ] Ah, hello? Can anyone hear me? My name is... Aribeth de Tylmarande, and I would greatly appreciate it if anyone might be able to tell me what's going on. I fear I may be a bit lost. This... isn't Faerûn, is it?

—Whatever it may be, it's... beautiful. I haven't seen a garden like this since... since I was a girl.

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[bugcharmer.livejournal.com]

Ah, no. This is the Garden. None of us are really sure how we got here.

[breakfaith]

[ She sounds a little confused, understandably. ] The Garden—? Is that its name? How... unusual.

So we are on another plane entirely, then? This is not Faerûn nor Toril?

[bugcharmer.livejournal.com]

As far as I know, yes. I've never heard of Toril. Or Faerûn, for that matter.

[breakfaith]

—I see. Toril is the world I come from, and Faerûn is one of its continents.

[ She pauses a moment, and when she speaks again she sounds a little bemused. ] Is it... common practice here to communicate using plants?

[ Not the strangest thing she's seen, but it is a little unusual. ]