Wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight


Stumbling away from the Summer festivities, Echo of Spring made her way to the very innocuous Wishing Well. Planting her ass on the ledge, and scooting around so her legs were dangling over into to the dark of the well, she manages to find a coin. A dime probably, or a nickle. Balancing it on her thumb, her tongue escapes her lips, as she concentrates to make this exacting and oh so very important wish.

She flicks the coin in...
....then jumps in after it.

The Wyrd works, the thorns, the door gives and Echo finds herself in a quaint tavern. Wooden floors, framed glass windows, dark wood furniture, rich and tempered with time, not touched, not carved.

"Her Queenliness wasn't kidding." she says to the empty space, before cracking her knuckles and getting to work.

First the lays claws upon the chairs, finds, or fashions a mop. The floors should get done. The windows too, and if Echo fed her own glamour into the Hollow, well. It was hers too.