[center][h3][color=a0410d]Audrey Springer[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

Privately, Audrey agreed with Weasel. As overwhelmingly pleasant as this place was, they had been [i]abducted[/i]. Transformed against their will. And worst of all, that song(the "True Voice"?) had subverted their free will and better judgment. That was not okay, and if Aud had anything to say about it, there would be a reckoning. She didn't feel honored, she felt cornered. 

If her cousin wasn't here, Audrey would already be laying into this Eckehart guy, but she held back with some effort. There were only two options, really. Follow the stranger into the fantasy city, or leap from the floating island, and hope the fall killed you. 

In spite of herself, Audrey found the city to be incredible, in a fairly literal sense of the word. The variety of people here was staggering; they came in all sorts of shapes, and sizes. She saw hulking masses of the apparently sentient fog, but also two foot high spider people, carrying loads three times their size. 

She wondered vaguely at how much trouble this society had at making itself equitable. Did establishments have to have multiple sets of stairs and ramps for the many different sizes and configurations of the people who would visit it? Could the gazelle people and the cheetah people live side by side, or did herbivores have to watch their backs? 

As they walked, some of the people would bow to them, in much the same way Eckehart had. Audrey didn't know the protocol, but gave each one a deep nod, feeling that it could be understood as respectful acknowledgement, despite cultural differences. 

A seven foot tall woman with the head and shaggy fur of a highland cow plucked a golden ring off of her own horn and dropped it into Audrey's hand. She took a strange amount of care to avoid touching Audrey directly, and Aud wasn't sure whether this was meant to be respectful or offensive. The ring was too big for any of her fingers, but too small to fit over a hand to wear as a bracelet. She put it in a pocket of her sodden jacket.  

She allowed herself to fall back a little in the group, until she was walking near Ambrose and Rowan, who had both also received gifts from the New Years crowd. For some reason, Rowan seemed to have gotten off light, with only a wardrobe change. Ambrose, meanwhile had joined Audrey in the Amphibian Club, with a new outfit to boot. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose in exaggerated exasperation at the himbo. [color=a0410d]"Brose, you [i]have[/i] to know that it's not a soup based culture. They'd be praising the True [i]Broth[/i], wouldn't they?"[/color]

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