**Once the group had all gone up to their collective rooms, some found sleep came easier than others, but soon they all were sleeping soundly. Once the last person had lost themselves to unconsciousness, everyone that had been present in the common room strangely found themselves awake again, only they were all standing in an entirely different room together. The room was indoors, a square interior with guilt furniture, and handsome Sylvan windows, that looked out into a black sky. There was a single figure sitting at a nearby hearth fire, casually sipping what appeared to be her evening tea.**
Woman - Ah. Here we are, how nice of you to finally join me. Would any of you care for some refreshments?
Valentine - "I suppose I'll tie a whiskey and soda. No use asking you questions you won't answer."
Private Mod Note
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Handsome Woman - Ah! Mssr. Rueso. I thought I recognized you. Please, you must sign my kerchief!
**The pleasant lady, who was very clearly Sylvan nobility, or at least one of the upper crust, seemed to be enjoying herself. Alexandria went unanswered. Valentine, once she had said the words, was holding a whiskey and soda; meanwhile, over on the table Yoko found a saucer and teacup, with a small fire warming up what appeared to be a dark gooey liquid.**
Gaëbrielle - Please, call me Gaëlle! And don't be modest, I would be ashamed if I didn't know one of Sylvan's rising stars. Certainly, you must have a patron? Nuahla, take this back home for me my dear, and see that Jeun gets it.
**The woman snapped her fingers, and immediately a bright *pop* occurred, followed by a shower of golden sparks and dust mingled with the smell of fresh sunlight. A very peculiar, humanoid creature was now in the room with them. She was of minuscule height, probably 3 or 4', with a pair of brightly colored filmy wings in the shape of a swallow's. A second *pop* signaled her departure.**
**Gaëlle smiled mischievously and blinked her demurely silver eyes. Then suddenly Rueso was now standing on the ceiling above them. He felt strangely fine though, to his perspective the others were the ones on the ceiling.**
**Rueso experienced a very gentle descent, and he was back on normal footing in less than an eye-blink. Gaëbrielle blinked innocently.**
Gaëlle - Forgive an old woman's impish spirit, Mssr. Rueso, but it was the fastest way to demonstrate the point. Now, what I find rather surprising, is the fact that none of you have questioned my reasons for this gathering. Such an unquestioning gallantry is a very admirable virtue in this day and age.
Rueso - There is an upcoming production of Lost in the Eyes of the Queen. When I saw the ad, I knew I had to be a part of it. What better way to bring truth to a performance than to experience it first hand?