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Dry-Eyes answered a question Emily hadn’t thought of. “You’ll be your regular size on the journey, of course.”

“Oh!” Emily had forgotten the change, remembering it brought back the punched-in-the-stomach feeling applied magic had given her. “I guess it would be faster, huh? Longer strides, or whatever?”

“I can fly faster than you can walk, girl.” There wasn’t derision in Dry-Eye’s voice, but Emily felt chided. “However, the King’s castle is very, very far from here, so yes, any advantage in speed will be helpful.”

“How far?” Emily realised she had no conception of the scope of the Sidhe. If it was the size of a continent, a world, or something bigger.

Dry-Eyes looked up at the woven grass roof of the gazebo they sat in. After the breakfast meeting the two women had gone to the public gardens to plan the journey. Emily waited, toying with the compass, which seemed to be pointing in a different direction than in the fields, though it was hard to be sure.

“Far is maybe not the right word, or it doesn’t have the correct definition in this context.” Dry-Eyes turned to look at Emily. “It is not a matter of distance but place. The King’s castle is in a different place from here. So to walk there directly will take considerable time and therefore planning.”

Emily wrinkled her nose. “Like, it’s not on the same plane of existence as here? But isn’t this all the Sidhe? Is the castle not in the Sidhe?”

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.