"I think," she starts, with a bit of a pause, "This is about to get a lot more complicated." At least it's something else to think about while her back is stinging and aching, though it merits a few moments of thought before she dives in. Should she tell this person, at all? She doesn't know her, just helped her out of a jam, and now the favour is being returned.
"There is a separate magical world. Maybe not the same at the magical world you're talking about, or the same... world." Voice going softer, Red can't help but mutter a quiet, "God, this is weird to explain."
Where to start, even? Hermione knows about Robin Hood, so that's something she supposes. "I need you to imagine, just for a second, that there's a world where fairy tales aren't stories, they're real. They're history, or they're the people that you know, and the kings and queens that are ruling. And that they are totally separated from Earth."
A quick glance over her shoulder, as if to try and assure Hermione that she is not, in fact, out of her mind or lying or just messing with her. Even with everything she has seen and done, Red has a kind of desperate earnestness to her. Not innocence, not any more, but earnestness she has in spades. "Like Robin Hood. I've met him a few times. I know how he likes his coffee, and I saw him and Snow White's wanted posters up all over the Enchanted Forest."
And a few of her own alongside those, but she was never so infamous as Snow and Robin. She's pretty sure that Regina only ever saw her as Snow's inconvenient pet.
"This is... how I dress when I'm at home, in Mist Haven. I just haven't been back there for a while."
Let's not even touch the curse, right now, she's not sure she wants to go there at all.
"It's not a theory. I know what I've done when I'm not-- when the Wolf is on her own. That is a monster. And maybe you have different wolves in your world, but in mine? It's the only way." She doesn't want a hint of pain to invade her voice, but it does, and has nothing at all to do with the cooling sensation from the dittany, or the remaining scratching that are still awaiting attention.
lmao yes oh man that'd be terrible ♥ thank you
"I think," she starts, with a bit of a pause, "This is about to get a lot more complicated." At least it's something else to think about while her back is stinging and aching, though it merits a few moments of thought before she dives in. Should she tell this person, at all? She doesn't know her, just helped her out of a jam, and now the favour is being returned.
"There is a separate magical world. Maybe not the same at the magical world you're talking about, or the same... world." Voice going softer, Red can't help but mutter a quiet, "God, this is weird to explain."
Where to start, even? Hermione knows about Robin Hood, so that's something she supposes. "I need you to imagine, just for a second, that there's a world where fairy tales aren't stories, they're real. They're history, or they're the people that you know, and the kings and queens that are ruling. And that they are totally separated from Earth."
A quick glance over her shoulder, as if to try and assure Hermione that she is not, in fact, out of her mind or lying or just messing with her. Even with everything she has seen and done, Red has a kind of desperate earnestness to her. Not innocence, not any more, but earnestness she has in spades. "Like Robin Hood. I've met him a few times. I know how he likes his coffee, and I saw him and Snow White's wanted posters up all over the Enchanted Forest."
And a few of her own alongside those, but she was never so infamous as Snow and Robin. She's pretty sure that Regina only ever saw her as Snow's inconvenient pet.
"This is... how I dress when I'm at home, in Mist Haven. I just haven't been back there for a while."
Let's not even touch the curse, right now, she's not sure she wants to go there at all.
"It's not a theory. I know what I've done when I'm not-- when the Wolf is on her own. That is a monster. And maybe you have different wolves in your world, but in mine? It's the only way." She doesn't want a hint of pain to invade her voice, but it does, and has nothing at all to do with the cooling sensation from the dittany, or the remaining scratching that are still awaiting attention.