(no subject)

[moonlight_revels]

[far out of milliways:

I rode a white horse over Uffington Hill
And the moon lit the valley below;
Wolves ran ahead of me scenting the prey
And I followed their tracks through the snow.


In the land of Faerie, Queen Titania requests the conclusion of some trifling unfinished business.

Her new lieutenant, for reasons of his own, is all too happy to oblige.]