Thorns bordered a box filled open space, covering things in disorder save for upon a ruined forge. And were being moved to and fro by a blue figure with white hair. Circe wished she'd brought a tequila bottle or five with her. Her little Hollow was very full. It really didn't have the space for everthing.

She'd almost lost everything she'd built up on the mundy side. The essentials she'd decided to move here plus a few favorite things. How could she have forgot a proper ID? Stupid was the only answer.

Circe scoffed, "Stupid stupid stupid blueberry."

What else had she brought here? The illegal weapons, gym clothes, gun kit, underwear? Yes,yes,yes, no. That got Circe to smile at her priorities. It was probably better for the illegal stuff to be in here anyway so no worries about police raid. Easier to slip away with less scrutiny. She could probably relocate here in total if she felt like it, after making some improvements further. Like fixing the damn forge. Or adding a LOT of shelves to organize her things.

A sigh escapes her lips as she rubs her forehead. She'd panicked about this already, wondering who she was gonna call for help.

Her fellow crowns had been her first thought before she'd thought better of it. A different kind of crown would help better. Not a fae royal but criminal royalty. And hey, it had mostly worked out!

The new ID wasn't stellar, but passable. She'd need to divert fund to improve it further when she'd the chance. Circe wasn't going through this again.

And if Rhodes and Seraphina wanted her to swear an oath to the Freehold? Well she'd make sure part of it increased her war chest. Circe knew Glamour was the grease of the fae world but money was what was used to slip through things in the mundy one.

"Screw it, just ask 'em ta let ya pledge fer funding."
Decision made, Circe got back to putting things in order. Moving, mundy or fae, was always a hassle.