[@The Jest]

[b]The High Priestess - Meredith Fong[/b]

"Oof!"

Meredith Fong's descent into the hole and her subsequent (and a bit painful) landing in the "garden" was accompanied by an utterance of surprise, the short interjection of sound louder than usual as her body was once again planted into the grass. A seemingly-unimpressed groan followed as she pushed herself to her feet, flicking away blades of green that had made their way into the furred collar of her jacket and blowing away any wild strands of hair away from her eyes. It was definitely pretty hard to keep her long black locks tame, especially when outdoors. Nature always wanted to play around and mess up her hair, which was not cool of it at all, and it worked even harder at that whenever she fell over. Which wasn't really that common in her day to day life, so it was first today.

Actually, it really was a day of firsts!

The crimson-eyed girl rose to her feet, gingerly scratching the back of her head as she looked around. It was a very surreal, avant-garde locale, like a fantastic garden straight out of the illustrations of an old children's book. Coupled with the dreamlike, ethereal sheen that overlaid everything, it was really easy to believe that everything was still taking place in her imagination (but that meant she would have to have words with it for showing her that terrible death). It wasn't exactly a dream at all though; she could definitely, without any uncertainty, state that her brain was not in the middle of doing cartwheels, and that the vivid images being fed into her peepers were a-hundred-percent the real, absolute McCoy.

Even if the nature of the world seemed totally different (but why didn't that stop it from trying its best to sabotage her hair?), she decided - her hands stretched out in front of her, fingers linked together as she pondered on the situation - that she would just think of it like her usual day-to-day life for now.

Her day-to-day life didn't have weirdly transforming bunny rabbits though. Meredith wondered if this was what Carroll based all his writing on, but that thought didn't really pan out at all, right? From the very good look she had gotten from that transformation, it sure didn't look like part of that manuscript.

Were they Carroll-based aliens?

"So are you guys actually a bit like aliens?" she asked once the Rabbit had finished speaking, deciding to ask the question that had popped into her brain. She was watching a movie with a shapeshifting alien a few weeks ago, and the radical ability to shift their body around seemed like something that would totally class as alien. "You're not human, you have superpowers, and this is another ... world, right?"

They weren't Martians though. If the explanation was right, it was more like ... that place in myth she heard about ... Annwn. Meredith wondered for a second if she could meet King Arthur somewhere. He was supposed to live in Annwn, right? But maybe if it was another world, he could have lived in another part of the country or world.

"Is it okay if we think of you like that?" continued the young Chinese woman, brows furrowing slightly. "You're the alien natives of this place that's connected to Planet Earth in some way, and you're fighting each other?"

It seemed like it would be easy to remember. She had wanted to say that they had come in peace too, but it didn't seem like time for that. Nor had they purposely come in the first place anyway (she was snoozing off in the realm of REM back then), and it wasn't a peaceful arrival when they had been attacked by those other ones.

Meredith quietly prayed for the safety of that one young man's soul.

That ... just hadn't been right at all.