[Magilou is worldhopping!! why is she worldhopping? because shut up is why. the great Storyteller of Time has many tricks up her sleeves, and if she's going to spend hundreds to thousands of years wandering the world, recording history's tales from start to finish, she at least thinks she deserves a vacation to another dimension from time to time!]

[except this? this is like. the opposite of the trip she wanted. when one thinks of vacations, they're usually inundated with thoughts of breezy beaches and coconut-flavored drinks! not harsh, icy wastelands with temperatures that cut through her like a hot knife through butter. there are soldiers milling about too, which is. . . weird?? where are her gd cabana boys with mai-tais!!]

It's. . . so. . . coooooooooooold!

[normal people might think to keep quiet when stumbling upon a bunch of battle-ready soldiers, but hey, Magilou isn't normal. evident by her skimpy dress, and the strange purple creature (Bienfu) perched on her shoulder]

Ugh! Where did I go wrong with the coordinates? I should be sprawling out on the sand right now, a drink in my hand and the waves lapping kindly at my feet! What did I do to deserve thiiiiiiis. . .!

[. . . she is also bad at handling freezing temperatures, so uh. congrats on the new guest???]