Medieval England || OPEN
“Uh oh…not good.” were the first words Natasha managed to utter when she looked around, having just recovered from what felt like being sucked through a wormhole. “You know the artifact in the museum we weren’t supposed to touch? I touched it. Turns out it’s not so much a portal as it is a time machine…”
Nat trailed off as a man with a sword rode by on a horse. He was staring at her legs as she wore no skirt in a time period when modesty was a woman’s biggest virtue and bargaining chip.
“We need to regroup and blend in before we can figure out how to get back.”
“If you hadn’t showed up, I would have been more the capable of stealing it without touching it,” said Yelena crossly. That was what she’d been hired to do, but Natalia just had to barge in.
She watched the man ride by, shaking her head... Yelena had to admit here that she was out of her depth. Time travel wasn’t exactly something she’d been trained for. Blending in, yes, but not eight hundred years ago.
“What did you have in mind?”
