Broken Antler Fen When I was a child, I heard voices;

He should've heard her coming. He normally would— but these are no ordinary circumstances, were they? Cole had just fallen from the sky, broad daylight, and had a pinch in his shoulder. So if he hadn't taken a look over his shoulder to see who stalked behind him, then he was dead meat.

But he was still alive.

He cursed beneath his breath. A soft, un-gentlemen like tone that he shrugged off. He shouldn't speak that way in front of ladies. With a clearing of his throat, he shook his head from the disorientation.

Good, yeah. He breathed, blinking a few times to steady his vision. Hell...sorry 'bout allat. Cole feeling...awkward, was not something he imagined to feel...well, ever. But here he was, in a land where anything was possible, completely unknown and foreign to him.

Don't s'pose you live 'round here? Tell me, uh, where I am?