fandomtownies | From the Causeway, Friday night

There was a shimmer in the air at the end of the Causeway, as if an ancient sword had sliced through the night, opening a hole between worlds.

Which was exactly what had happened. Rosie stepped through, pushing her wooden hand-cart before her, and she didn't look back. She was three months shy of her twentieth birthday, and she had just left her home and her family and all she had ever known behind.

Rosie lifted her chin, scowling at the wetness in her eyes, and dashed it away impatiently. She had a place to go, a job as a horse-leech waiting for her, stables to manage. No one from Foggy Bottom had ever had an opportunity like this.

And she wouldn't think about the true reason she'd been sent here, or about purple-dark shadows and greedy voices, or about how this was the strangest place she had ever seen.

Actually, she thought as she took in her surroundings, maybe she would think about that. It certainly bore thinking about, given it was as different from Foggy Bottom as a frog was from a deer. It even smelled different.

[ooc: Open! This is Rosie. She can talk to animals and she's Fandom's new vet - info post is over here.]