Rikive frowned noticing Parael was getting smaller and he was having worse and worse coordination. The potion was wearing off it appeared. She looked ahead at the opening to the court and took in a deep breath. She picked up Parael and held him against her chest with one arm, using the other one to continue crawling. 

Finally they made it out of the hedge and into the court of the Fairy Queen. Rikive stood to her full height, her posture straight and proud; as though she was walking through her father's hall. She held herself like the warrior she was, despite the fact she was dressed in now dirty and torn clothes, her hair was a bit of a mess from the hedge and she was holding a shrinking child. Rikive acted as though she dealt with these types of shenanigans all the time and thus didn't phase her.

Her eyes landed upon the Fairy Queen with bright red hair, draped in white silk seated upon her throne and she clenched her free hand into a fist. She tried to keep her face as neutral as possible, despite how much she wanted to scowl and sneer at the woman. This whole thing was so damned petty and exasperating.