The trek back home was a long one, and while his travels around parts of Pentamerone were interesting and a bit adventurous, it was simply good to be home. Home to the endless piles of dirtied teacups, pots, and saucers. Home to the both wonderful and aggravating life with the girl who had wandered strangely into his life twice now.

Night was falling as Hatter made his first step onto the property, stopping only briefly to inspect. Everything seemed to be in sorts, and once that check was successful, he continued up to the door. He nearly knocked before chuckling to himself at what an odd notion that would be, knocking on one's own door when there was surely no one at home except for him, and he would be the one doing the knocking. He brandished a small key ring from the pocket of his coat and listened to the clinging and clanging of metal as he flipped through to find the correct one.

The keys were placed back in their proper place within his pocket as he stepped through the unlocked door, closing the gateway behind him. He was only standing just inside of the threshold for a moment when a strange feeling hit him. Not that it really did any good, he sniffed once, then twice.

Something wasn't right here.

[OOC: She con be on the edge of Lake Raienia, Camlann or Ozland, whichever's more convenient!]

Titania rarely ventured forth from her bower in the winter, less so now that the was cold winter whether to speak of. She hadn't heard from her sister, but Mabb's presence still permeated the wood enough that its unnatural warmth during the winter had been replaced by icy chills and even snows. It irked Titania some, but not enough to keep her at bay when she felt the need to leave.

So far this winter she hadn't left her bower so far. Perhaps the fact that she had sudden and unexpected company was part of the reason.

But something was stirring in the woods, with the unseelie. There was some kind of gathering, organizing. At first she thought it must have been due to Arthur's war. But then she wondered if some unseelie had finally begun to pick up the pieces Oberon had left behind. Maybe someone wanted to lead them. Curiosity sent her through the woods away from her bower, wrapped in a warm cloak, seeking what knowledge she could find.

Something about the cheerful, colorful Munchkins unnerved Rabbit on such a primal level that he was absolutely horrified to be near them. Regrettably they produced some of the finest ingredients for confections this side of the Great Sea, so Rabbit had no choice but to visit their district when he did his shopping for his baking. Which, unfortunately, he needed to do if he was going to keep baking for Knave.

The thought of the head of the brute squad had a flush rising to his cheeks, and he was distracted enough that he didn't notice when his fingers accidentally brushed the confectioner's hand as he gathered up his purchases. He was still just as a distracted as he wandered away from the shop, not noticing that he was headed south rather north towards his cottage.