Wednesday, July 4th, 2012
Alice sits at her desk, smoking a long black cigarette. It had been a few days before she had been able to reach out to Jennie; something of an emergency had come up, trouble in the dreams of some of her fellow mages. It was one of those things that seems to be nothing, then suddenly blows up in your face. The Maestro had put her on the case, and it was shortly determined that there was a lesser demon trying to work its way into the world. Life and spirit were Alice’s main concentrations, and she was something of a dabbler in fate magic as well, so she had been rather well-suited to tackle the problem. Having put out that fire, she returned to the matter of Thomas’ missing hourglass, and put out a call to Fae Jennie.
That was eight days ago, a week and a day, and Alice had a feeling that Jennie would be calling her today. Her calendar was clear – her head, not so much. It was brimming with questions and possibilities, slowly bubbling away on the backburner these past few days, and she hoped to have them answered soon. Knowing Jennie, maybe not so soon, but there would at least be another bread crumb on the trail.