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June 2nd, 2009
11:15 am - Demons of Darkness, at my command
Take me to the Savage Land.
All Marlow had to do was show Clea that she could get from the Dark Dimension to a place she'd never been before, get something to show she'd done it, and get herself back. What made her pick the Savage Land, she had no idea. It popped into her head at the very last second, and then it was out of her mouth with a surge of unexpected power behind it.
And then she was here. Wherever here was, on an island of scrub between two roads with vehicles whizzing by. She was pretty sure the Savage Land didn't have highways or the sun beating down on mage apprentices who managed to overshoot the mark. Again.
The last time, Clea left her where she was for over a month, until she managed to work it out and get herself back. Though she never was really alone. There was security knowing a portion of Clea's psychic presence was inside her head. It, however, had a tendency to snicker when she made a bonehead mistake like this. It was doing that now and making it hard to concentrate and get herself out of here.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/mood/charitycam/blackbox/angry.gif) irritated
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