The young blonde found herself in the pavilion with several other people, all of them looking just as confused and amazed at their new surroundings as she was. The pavilion was beautiful, made of an iridescent white stone that was spiked through with a brilliant sparkling blue that ran like veins of water through the stone. Magnificent plants, the likes of which Vivii had never seen, spiraled, climbing up the stone columns that surrounded them and held the pavilion's roof aloft. They all sat on pristine white sofa's decorated with plush pastel colored pillows. They were not unlike the small dragons that seemed to be messengers. She still wasn't sure how she understood what they were saying, the language was fluid and beautiful. Not what one would expect from a dragon at all.
Vivii looked around at the others; an odd looking lad that appeared to be a bit older than she was and two girls who seemed to be pretty close to her own age. She gave them a nod, "
You get teleported by a UFO after a set of letters delivered by the little dragons too?" She questioned of them, her voice was a smooth one with a unique accent. Something of a mixture of a southern drawl and a traditional London british accent thanks to her parents. Her mother was a quaint but wealthy southern belle while her father was a wealthy Londoner looking for a wife to please his father. Despite being the oddest couple Vivii had ever seen they were madly in love. They spent half the year in the cajun swamp on the estate her mother's family owned and the other half just outside of London on the estate her father's family kept. It was a different way of life but Vivii's parents had loved each other and loved her dearly, given her everything she could have ever thought of to ask for and then some. Another reason she had such exotic finches.
Thinking of the little birds she picked up the bird cage and hung it on a shepherds hook just beside the sofa where she was sitting. She carefully removed the cover so as not to dislodge the little birds from their perches. They were beautiful birds, elegant really, black with red bellies. Her female who she named Lola had small grey dots across her breast marring the brilliant red there. Their beaks sported a soft pastel blue and then faded to black at the tip. She loved them dearly. They seemed to like this new place, looking around eagerly and singing softly. She stuck her finger in the cage and petted Cheeky, the male of the pair as he rubbed her finger with his head affectionately.