The Wyrd is indeed a thing of stories, but it resents being predictable in exactly equal measures to it's predictability. The strands of fate twist and snap...
You think you see something through the crowd. For a moment your attention is far ahead on that shuffling shape - and then "Jack! Oh, what a coincidence running into each other like this..."
It's not Bernie's voice. It's Jessica's.
She's smiling obliviously at the rotting pile of bones, meat and Hallmark greeting cards that looms over her. A crocodile skull leers down at her with bright crimson eyes.
"Haha yeah," it said in a voice that was so monstrous it didn't seem right that nobody screamed. "Fate sure is funny like that."
[Make a clarity check at 2 dice for the abrupt threat to your Touchstone. And while you're at it, tell me a little about Jessica.]
Brombly's socks go up to her knees. Brombly's toes are the length and shape of drinking straws. Brombly's hat rotates in the breeze. Brombly's hands have a personality test in folded green paper.
"Brombly will make this quick," said Brombly in a brumbly way. "You can't cover a pot just by putting a lid on the top. You can't sail the ocean by balancing a ship on the surface. You can't build a bridge by stacking it over a hole. There is only one way to do these things properly - it's to go down to the bottom of the hole and carry the bottom up to the top. Once I've got the bottom of the hole I can make it so that the top is the bottom. That is how you make a bridge."
All the animals nodded sagely at Brombly's wisdom.
"You," she said to Aelas, "need to climb down to the bottom of the ravine and then bring the bottom up to me. Then I can build your bridge."
"Nobody by that name lives between here and Brisbane," said Mrs. Height with smooth confidence. "Though I am sure I can find him if it is necessary."
Autumn bats you with a paw. "Not there!" he grumps, making it plain just how deeply you have offended him with your abysmal failure.
A slight adjustment seems to resolve the matter and the cat sinks into contented being-pattedness and purrs a selfish purr.
"I'm really angry about Halloween," said Autumn. "Can you believe Spring gets Halloween here? Halloween and Autumn are meant to be the same thing," he grumps. "What do I get instead? Easter! When people see me they think, 'oh cool, chocolate eggs and hot cross buns' instead of 'how are we going to survive the winter?'. Hrmph! Stupid upside-down country."Autumn really had been the lesser of all the evils here. They had a heap of issues of their own but at least you could reason with them, at least they didn't terrify the living daylight out of her. Considering the other courts, that was saying a lot.
"Is there anything you want, Autumn?" she asked. "Other than pats."