Laele watched the slime vanish into the circle, frowning a little bit at her eager nature. Perhaps Laele should try to give the little thing the same lessons she had been taught by her father on how to at least try to look around before jumping into things. Not that Laele was the best about it herself. But still better about it than the little Slime.
After a few seconds she took a deep breath and stepped over the ring, also vanishing from view like the slime had for Richard; though the otherside wasn't what she expected. Not right away anyway. What good would a gate be if anyone could walk through it with no trouble? None at all, of course. She could hear the chatter much louder, but all she saw was the Slime a few feet ahead staring at her. She was about to demand the other girl come out with her when suddenly her entire view was obscured by a pair of legs, and tables and-- fairies!
Her father had been right about it, not that she had any doubt about it to begin with. She trusted his knowledge about beasties and fae more than anyoen else, though she had to wonder why he knew so much-- or how. She'd never thought to ask, and maybe she would, if she remembered after whatever adventure they were about to be on. As it was she noticed a lot of the others staring at her; apparently they could see her long before she could see them. Her brows lifted a little, eyes widening.
Before her she saw many tables, all with people drinking and partying, they were all having a good time it seemed and she wasn't too scared. Until she saw the man on the throne, he was clearly important, being served food and drink by others and having a few fae dancers settled by his side. He seemed to be watching Laele and she was frozen on the spot. Only moving when she was gestured forward, though it took quite a bit of effort on her part, especially when she couldn't see the Slime anymore.
He reached down gently patting her head,something that made her shy away a little. Though he didn't seem offended over the small gasps and chatter, instead he gestured toward the edge of the ring, toward Richard and perhaps the slime; though she could only see her Father. "Are they with you little one?" Laele looked shocked at the question, and perhaps Richard would have admonished her honesty were he there, but as it was she didn't know any better.
"Of course, that's my Daddy." There was a little murmur around the crowd, but he just seemed to smile, leaning up as those long elk like horns shown against the many strung up lights of the party.
"I suppose we will have our first human in attendance, then." He waved a hand, the area didn't seem to change much for Laele, but the slime popped into view and Richard would feel some sort of warmth before the whole area came into view for him; the area looked like a caravan had settled there-- at least with the tables, lush huge sitting pillows, hanging fabrics and lights. There was food everywhere, and drink, and it seemed they were celebrating something quite special.
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After a few seconds she took a deep breath and stepped over the ring, also vanishing from view like the slime had for Richard; though the otherside wasn't what she expected. Not right away anyway. What good would a gate be if anyone could walk through it with no trouble? None at all, of course. She could hear the chatter much louder, but all she saw was the Slime a few feet ahead staring at her. She was about to demand the other girl come out with her when suddenly her entire view was obscured by a pair of legs, and tables and-- fairies!
Her father had been right about it, not that she had any doubt about it to begin with. She trusted his knowledge about beasties and fae more than anyoen else, though she had to wonder why he knew so much-- or how. She'd never thought to ask, and maybe she would, if she remembered after whatever adventure they were about to be on. As it was she noticed a lot of the others staring at her; apparently they could see her long before she could see them. Her brows lifted a little, eyes widening.
Before her she saw many tables, all with people drinking and partying, they were all having a good time it seemed and she wasn't too scared. Until she saw the man on the throne, he was clearly important, being served food and drink by others and having a few fae dancers settled by his side. He seemed to be watching Laele and she was frozen on the spot. Only moving when she was gestured forward, though it took quite a bit of effort on her part, especially when she couldn't see the Slime anymore.
He reached down gently patting her head,something that made her shy away a little. Though he didn't seem offended over the small gasps and chatter, instead he gestured toward the edge of the ring, toward Richard and perhaps the slime; though she could only see her Father. "Are they with you little one?" Laele looked shocked at the question, and perhaps Richard would have admonished her honesty were he there, but as it was she didn't know any better.
"Of course, that's my Daddy." There was a little murmur around the crowd, but he just seemed to smile, leaning up as those long elk like horns shown against the many strung up lights of the party.
"I suppose we will have our first human in attendance, then." He waved a hand, the area didn't seem to change much for Laele, but the slime popped into view and Richard would feel some sort of warmth before the whole area came into view for him; the area looked like a caravan had settled there-- at least with the tables, lush huge sitting pillows, hanging fabrics and lights. There was food everywhere, and drink, and it seemed they were celebrating something quite special.