A Little Blurry at the Edges

Time went by oh so quickly for Brogan and Nervina in the realm of fantasy gaming - it had seemed like a midsummer night's dream.

And, as with most enchantments, months were perceived as but a day or two, for it is hard to make sense of time where there never comes the night or a sunrise to go by.

It had been months of chasing avatars and watching their battles, one long magnificent parade of costume and pageantry. The scenery had spectacularly changed with constant surprise and there were hidden trophies and rewards almost everywhere. Yes, this was surely the sport of kings - a realm where no one really got hurt yet could obliterate one another on the common.

Brogan had been 'thinning' during this time - his overall appearance was a little blurry at the edges and he had grown semi-transparent right through.

Nervina had become used to this about his friend ... (the word 'weird' is never spoken or thought of by the Fey, as to them there is nothing very strange when you take it as it is).

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series