Well....That was interesting...(open)

[Jackson Blackthorne]

Jackson found himself travelling at great speed, through the air and toward the nearest oak tree before smashing into it with a thud. He had been visiting those in the fey realms, not an easy task, but he has managed to cross over, and shortly after was thrown out. It seemed they did not adhere to his eclectic charm. He pulled himself to his feet and rubbed his now bruised head and let out a disgruntled groan. On the plus side, not all had been a waste of effort, he found out one thing. The fey, knew exactly who was coming and wanted no part in it. Which in turn resulted in them giving no useful information to Jackson.

“Bloody hell!” He cursed under his breath and twiddled with his protective charm neckclace before looking around to see exactly where he was. Great. He was lost.

[Eithne]

Eithne had been leaning onto a tree, deep in thought. To her left was her friend that no one could see, except for her of course. It was odd, not knowing if your friend truely existed or if you were just another nut case. Though, in her mind Thistle was real. Thistle had a small body, the size of Eithne's frail hands, and small butterfly wings that were a transparant green, like Eithne's skin when her glamour was down. The small creature was perched on her left shoulder, and gazed up at Eithne with it's large, alien-like eyes. It looked worried, as if something had just startled her or made her feel anxious. The creature's face twisted into that of an anguish look, and it's tiny little hands plunged into Eithne's dark hair and started making knotts.

"Quit that, Thistle." Eithne hissed, with a slight hint of laughter, and Thistle gave a goofy grin and released her hair.

"Somethings coming this way..." Thistle chimed with a voice that sounded like bells, and the creature hid beneath Eithne's hair.

Eithne squinted into the darkness, unable to see as much as she would be able to if her glamour was down. She released the glamour from her green eyes, turning them into an alien black, and suddenly the world seemed brighter, sharper. There were colours that she only recognized when in her true form, and she sighed at their beauty. Then she felt it, a swift movement in the air, and then a loud thud. Her eyes immediately returned to a more human state, and she had to squint once more to see. In the distance, a man stood, and there was a dent in a tree. Eithne grinned and choked out a hearty laugh. He must have been pushed out from the realm. Her chuckle softened and she moved closer to the stranger. Thistle didn't like this one bit, and pulled at her hair as if they were reigns to slow her down. Eithne ignored her imaginary friend and stalked closer to the man.

"Guess they didn't like you too much, did they?" She chimed with a smal giggle.
"Don't worry about it, they're a picky lot."

[Jackson Blackthorne]

Jackson was brushing off the remainder of the undergrowth off his clothes when he heard the voice. Instantly his hand went to his ward across his neck, rubbing it three times, anti clockwise and sending a distance ripple in his aura. He was, technically, powering up. A rather crude way of putting it, but when it came to defensive magics, better safe than sorry.

"And who might they be?" he asked casting his eyes over the young woman. He pushed lightly against her aura, tasting his with his own power. She wasn't human.