Intoxicating Innocence

I take a deep breath. Hmm… Oxygen. This place is different. Well, it’s the same—we never left the crypts or the ‘moon’, right?

Right.

But, it’s different. The air is different. The bad things are different; bigger, more like, and I haven’t yet decided whether that’s a good different, or a bad different. What it does mean, is that I get to eat more, so that’s good.

I don’t know about you, Luna, but I don’t think this place is contiguous. Not like anywhere you’ve gone. Much more suited for those Timberwolves; All they need is magic, right? That’s what you said, anyways, and I’m sure there is plenty of magic here. I can feel it.

How?

Your horn. I put it on my head, and it stayed. Imagine that? First successful human augmentation test is a man with a horn sticking out of his head. And the funniest part? It works! It lights my way, it lets me pick up things without picking them up, it lets me feel the magic in the air. The old place didn’t have magic. This one does.

That’s how it’s different.