Meanwhile, a million years and worlds away, Roze had been leading a much more exciting life. One she deeply enjoyed, but wasn't about to endure forever. Not when she has a stuffy little bastard of a husband to search for. When he didn't show up for dinner it was one thing. When he didn't come home for a week it was annoying. She went through cycles of pissed off and worried until she finally went looking for answers. Those answers lead her in a wide circle, but she finally made it. Her great-granduncle mapped it out and she walked the path to the Sealed World.

She didn't really understand the whole thing until she got there, coming through a portal halfway across the country from where Ed had entered. It took a full two weeks of hitchhiking and panhandling to get her to where her granduncle said to be - which was hard when you were initially clad in leather and chain maille. Fortunately her glamours still worked or she'd be in deep shit.

So it was that on Ed's third day but Roze's sixth month that the two crossed paths again. Even without the natural magnetism of two Chosen, she would have sensed the little mage a mile away. Instead of what more conventional couples might have done, rushing towards each other, Roze stood there in her medieval fantasy armor, pink hair in dozens of free-falling plaits, and smirked smugly, fists on her hips and chest jutting forward.

"Well well, look who finally decided to show up..." she drawled, arching a brow and flashing her teeth in a grin. She'd been mad before, but seeing the gloomy expression of frustration was punishment enough. He hadn't enjoyed his stay so why make it worse?

"You have any idea what I had to go through to find you? I ate haggis. It tasted like regret."