neriumoleander

It is a long walk to the home of Leslie Parker. Longer than Nerium ever expected, particularly in the hot sun. Her feet ache with time and wear, each step from the woods to his edifice a tedious reminder of the mundane forces of this world that now bind her. It is more than a worthy price to pay, to have her magic transcend body into a new world. And it is imperative she speak to Leslie. That he may use the powers of his family to bind Grimhilde manor and all that is dangerous there that she can no longer control. But the toll is making itself known nonetheless.

When she arrives, his door mocks her. No more can she teleport inside, paying no heed to walls or borders. Today it stands firm, and when she knocks, there no response, only silence. And so Nerium gathers the layers of her dress and perches upon the steps to his porch. Sitting, and waiting, until he should choose to return.