[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
Breakfast passed smoothly, almost too smoothly.
Time seemed to slip by without resistance, leaving little behind to mark it. There wasn't much conversation at the table; the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't pleasant either. It simply existed. Aside from Puck, who spoke whenever something caught her interest, and Glinda, who humored her with easy replies, the others remained largely quiet.
Snow ate quietly, offering nothing beyond necessity. The Cowardly Lion barely spoke at all, his presence subdued, as though he were trying not to disturb anything around him. And Grimm said almost nothing, seated as he was, as though the act of eating had been the only thing of note.
