[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
"-rimm! Grimm! …Grimm, hey—snap out of it already!"
The sharp, almost squeaking insistence of a very familiar voice cut cleanly through the quiet, tugging at Grimm's awareness like a persistent hand refusing to let go. It did not come all at once—it bled in, then clearer, until it was impossible to ignore.
Grimm's head turned slightly, as if reorienting himself.
Floating there, far too close to his line of sight, was Puck—her small form hovering at eye level, her expression pinched in a way that was distinctly worried.
That, in itself, was odd.
For a brief moment, Grimm said nothing. Instead, he let his gaze drift past her, scanning his surroundings. The vast cliffside stretched out before him once more, the open sky and the distant spread of terrain. Behind him loomed the castle walls where Glinda had brought them earlier.
The same place and the same moment.
("Seems I'm back already.")
