Awestruck as she was, Dorothea never even registered the sound of the door opening up behind her again, so shortly after she had arrived. The rumble of the voice behind her made her all but jump out of her skin. With a short [color=FF00FF]"Eeep!"[/color] she hurriedly scrambled off to the side, muttering a few stuttered apologies to the bear of a man patiently standing behind her as she went.

Her poor struggling heart, already beating away like there was no tomorrow, skipped a vital beat as the small mouse she had barely registered in the corner of the room [i]shifted[/i] and [b][i]changed[/i][/b]. Gods above, was this place going to be the death of her?!

She clamped a clutching hand to her chest, and tried her best to steady her breathing again. She didn't even register the words of the ethereal Elvian...