[ Stranger things had come and gone in all her time, and to the Dragon Queen, this arrangement is not necessarily desirable, but not quite cause for panic. Not yet, anyway. Of course she would like to leave just as much as anyone might, especially since she has no intention of being imprisoned once again, but that thought flares only briefly in her mind then ebbs again as she sets her sights on finding her way out of this place, wherever it may be. It is not, she suspects, anywhere on Azeroth. The trees, the flowers... none of it seems quite right.
It only makes sense to try the way she came first. She suspects it won't be that easy, but there's no sense in not trying. If she's lucky, she may find some kind of lead, which would be more helpful than anything, outside of a sign-marked exit. (Particularly when flight seems to be out of the question-- being stuck outside of her normal form is probably the strangest part yet.) If nothing else, it was easy enough to find her way here in the first place, if she found this strange little carnival by pure accident. She's likely to be able to find it again, and wind up right back where she started. There could be beasts in the forest... but she has never feared any such creature. It seems a strange time to start.
It turns out that not only does she wind up exactly where she started, if perhaps a few steps to the left, but that she does come across another-- not a beast, in the literal sense of the word, but a formidable being none the less. An elf, from the curve the ears, and a champion of the Lich King from the pallor, and the glow in his eyes, and the runes etched into the blade he carries. There's no denying what he is with only the briefest of glances. What his allegiance is... that's another matter.
Some might feel their hearts harden instantly, but he was living once too. She maintains her distance out of caution, but she neither flees nor attacks. She only offers a calm smile, shifting from one foot to another. ]
There are many things that I can do, but showing you the way is... not among them.
[ She could say more, but errs on the side of brevity, a learned habit after so long. It's kinder, she's learned, to give space for what is usually the inevitable reaction the first time she meets a new face (and this one is new, she's sure of it), so she waits to see what it may be. ]
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It only makes sense to try the way she came first. She suspects it won't be that easy, but there's no sense in not trying. If she's lucky, she may find some kind of lead, which would be more helpful than anything, outside of a sign-marked exit. (Particularly when flight seems to be out of the question-- being stuck outside of her normal form is probably the strangest part yet.) If nothing else, it was easy enough to find her way here in the first place, if she found this strange little carnival by pure accident. She's likely to be able to find it again, and wind up right back where she started. There could be beasts in the forest... but she has never feared any such creature. It seems a strange time to start.
It turns out that not only does she wind up exactly where she started, if perhaps a few steps to the left, but that she does come across another-- not a beast, in the literal sense of the word, but a formidable being none the less. An elf, from the curve the ears, and a champion of the Lich King from the pallor, and the glow in his eyes, and the runes etched into the blade he carries. There's no denying what he is with only the briefest of glances. What his allegiance is... that's another matter.
Some might feel their hearts harden instantly, but he was living once too. She maintains her distance out of caution, but she neither flees nor attacks. She only offers a calm smile, shifting from one foot to another. ]
There are many things that I can do, but showing you the way is... not among them.
[ She could say more, but errs on the side of brevity, a learned habit after so long. It's kinder, she's learned, to give space for what is usually the inevitable reaction the first time she meets a new face (and this one is new, she's sure of it), so she waits to see what it may be. ]