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Emily hadn’t known what to expect from the sprite’s—or whatever’s—offer of hospitality. It was thankfully straightforward and nicer than she expected. Emily was led to an inn and given a room, given plenty of time to use the rustic washstand and unsettlingly modern toilet before joining what looked like the entire village in the great room below.

She used some of the time to alternate between settling her nerves and wondering if fairies actually went to the bathroom in the Sidhe, or this bit of plumbing had been magicked there for her convenience. Maybe they only used the toilet if they wanted to. Emily wished that had been an option in the fields. But if you had the choice, would you even bother? She knew that she was just avoiding telling them the entire story and starting off the whole mission. Even so, she poked around her room more before going downstairs. Half-out the door she ran back to her pack and grabbed the tobacco pouch. She gave the toilet, half-hidden by a hand-woven tapestry, one more suspicious glance before leaving.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.