|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
Marea swept her staff with the magnetic talisman over the earth ahead of her like a divining rod, avoiding landmines as she and Belandvyn slowly and cautiously crossed the field of poppies. Alert for the return of the pair of Yelaadim on patrol, Tylyr watched from the edge of the flowers, committing the two women's steps to memory. They'd made it a bit over halfway across when the young Candeliana Witch began to feel the subtle effects of the blooms' spell. "Oh no," she halted her Fae companion, who was obviously not susceptible, "I can't believe they did it." Belandvyn's face reflected growing concern as Marea yawned, grounded her staff to lean on it, and yawned again. "What?" the Maenad demanded. On her knees and fighting for consciousness, Marea mumbled, "Wizard of... of Oz. Cheap trick. Take this," and she shoved her cell phone into the hand of her friend, "Go. Call Gran!"