[Lately, being alone is always enough to startle Cecil from sleep. He's grown accustomed to his wife's gentle touch, and Luceti's left him paranoid that something could happen to her at a moment's notice. Added is the constant vigilance necessary to tend to two stubborn mutes, and it means that Cecil's awake close to the moment of transfer, hopping (hopping?) out of bed and padding(?!) to the closest journal, flipping through it for more information. The hand turning the pages certainly feels a lot smaller and daintier than his norm.]

I shall assume we're overdue for another event.

It remains a trying time for those of us who remain. Still, perhaps it would do all of us some good to rejoice in those of us who remain, as well as the sacrifice by those no longer with us. It is customary on my world to feast after a long battle, in respect and homage of those who lay their lives for us to have the privilege. Though it would be a bit belated in this instance, perhaps such an event might be organized for us here as well?

Upon the morrow, I shall embark on a hunt for the largest, most succulent beasts this terrain has to offer. If there are any men among you similarly restless, I extend a welcome to any who would hunt beside me.

[And, for this event, have some Dark Knight Cecil -- rather, the Dark Knight that Cecil remembers with all the self-indulgence of an emo drama queen. Expect the kind of hyper-aggressive person who would gleefully and remorselessly pillage a town, rape its women, and murder the elderly for their taste in jewelery. You know. For kids! :D]

Rosa, for the next several days you are to remain in the apartment. If you intend to go anywhere or see anyone, I will be informed. Understand?

[The routine was becoming normal: fall asleep in a huge bed next to his gorgeous wife, wake up, tend to the kingdom that was so new it still didn't feel like his. Except this morning, he found himself awaking in a strange land, wearing strange clothes, and lacking his usual means of defense. Also, lacking his wife.]

Where..?

[As he rose from the undecorated bed, it struck him that the wings didn't bother him as much as he'd expected them to. They were still bizarre, of course, but the muscles felt familiar enough, as if he'd owned a pair like these just last week. None of this speculation was getting him answers, though. It was the only reasonable thing to slide into the clothes left at the foot of his bed and exit the quaint little apartment to seek answers wherever they might be hiding in this new setting.]