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- Mar 8, 2016
At this very moment, Eryn Jacobsen was not a happy person. In fact, her expensive salmon-pink Chanel dress (which clung to every curve of her body, and still Mr Elliot had not even batted an eye) had been ruined, the strap of her heels had decided to snap and her elaborately styled hair now looked more like a deranged bird's nest. She muttered a string of "Ew, ew, ew"'s to herself as she ineffectively tried to wipe away as much of the mucky goo that she had fallen into. She only succeeded in spreading it around though and threw her arms up in frustration in the end. Eryn had no idea where she was or the exact specifics of how she had gotten here, but what she did know was that the ring she had bought from that out-of-the corner antique place had decided to re-enact one of the biggest teleporting fantasy cliches ever and that she also wanted to return back as quickly as possible.
"Why a disgusting marshy swampland of all places?" She said out loud, glaring at the aforementioned ring settled prettily on her finger. "I could have dropped into the seat of royalty or right into a cute guy's arms, but noooo..." She should have known. It was not good to be swayed by easily pretty things. Eryn secretly liked looking at shops which sold odds and ends given away by people, and had ditched her friends in favor of one that she had spotted a few days back. She had built up an immunity to their inane chatter, but even she had to take a break from it every once in while. There was only so much of celebrity gossip and eye candy look-outs that a girl could take. In truth, she had not even intended to buy the ring. It had winked beckoningly at her and she had decided to it couldn't hurt to try it on for a while.
And now, here she was.
Not a beautiful land populated by rolling hills and majestic castles, but a dank humid swampland. She didn't even know if she should move. Eryn stared suspiciously at some of the bubbling spots that looked as if it wanted to drag an unsuspecting walker down at any moment. In the end, she decided that nothing good would come out of standing here uselessly either. Carefully picking her way on the parts of the ground that seemed more stable, broken heels in hand, Eryn slowly made her way forwards.
"Why a disgusting marshy swampland of all places?" She said out loud, glaring at the aforementioned ring settled prettily on her finger. "I could have dropped into the seat of royalty or right into a cute guy's arms, but noooo..." She should have known. It was not good to be swayed by easily pretty things. Eryn secretly liked looking at shops which sold odds and ends given away by people, and had ditched her friends in favor of one that she had spotted a few days back. She had built up an immunity to their inane chatter, but even she had to take a break from it every once in while. There was only so much of celebrity gossip and eye candy look-outs that a girl could take. In truth, she had not even intended to buy the ring. It had winked beckoningly at her and she had decided to it couldn't hurt to try it on for a while.
And now, here she was.
Not a beautiful land populated by rolling hills and majestic castles, but a dank humid swampland. She didn't even know if she should move. Eryn stared suspiciously at some of the bubbling spots that looked as if it wanted to drag an unsuspecting walker down at any moment. In the end, she decided that nothing good would come out of standing here uselessly either. Carefully picking her way on the parts of the ground that seemed more stable, broken heels in hand, Eryn slowly made her way forwards.