Lyta stepped out of her room to run straight into Kotori. "All clean?" She asked, smiling slightly. Siva was already waiting for them down at the end of the hallway. The pair walked down to join her and shortly after, Gallavan returned to lead them to dinner. The dragon looked down at the trio. "I trust everything was to your liking?" Lyta nodded. It was perfect; a bath and new weapons. The dragon nodded and began to hum. It was low and ryhthmic, but had an air of sleepy mystery to it. The shadows in the corners of the room rose up to cover the hallway where their rooms were. In its place, a magnificant archway appeared. "She is waitng for you." the dragon said with a knowing smile
Kotori walked through the archway first. There were no guards or traps on the otherside. Instead it was a jewled forest. Apples of gold, ivies of diamonds, grass of jades. Kotori was breathless. He had never seen anything so beautiful, besides the empress herself.
Siva drew in a breath of awe as she stepped into the glittering forest. Golden apples hung from the trees, the branches laden and hanging low over their heads. She walked up the small marble staircase, her eyes settling on the white stone table at the top. It stretched across the room, and in the center of the table rested two candles glowing with purple flame and a roll of parchment sealed neatly like a letter.
The enchantress herself towered over the table, her regal stature casting a shadow over the floor between her silver cloak and and dress, her sleeves nearly brushing the ground. Yet she did not bear the fragility of a noblewoman, despite her clear dominion over these lands and origins in a lineage of powerful mages. Her face was strong and hardened, her eyes bearing a world-weary glister the faintest of scars on her face the proved she had seen the effects of war. Only in this light could Siva see a worn woman, scarred yet versed in the wisdom of age, yet no age marred her features. Despite how surreal she had appeared, she was no god.
But that was not to say she was not powerful. Siva dipped her head in respect to the enchantress as she approached, fully aware that the reclusive mage before her had reasons to call them and knowledge that she needed.
((I think my brain is in love with the enchantress))
((I'm sorry for my last really short post. I was really busy, but didn't want y'all to be hold up by me.))
Kotori saw the enchantress and once again he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He nodded his head toward her in respect. He felt so young and imature compared to her.
"Come and sit. Eat. You must be hungry," she smiled brightly at them.
As she spoke a bowl of fruit was brought to the table by another dragon- this one was so small that it almost looked to be a fairy. Kotori had never seen- or heard- of a dragon that small.
Kotori sat at one of the chairs at the table and took one of the fruits. He selected a pear and took a bite out of it. That rabbit they'd eaten had long since vanished from his stomach.