Upon a throne of stone sat the colossal ten foot warrior maiden, guardian of the doorway to the other worlds. Among the last defenders of the gateways, and certainly the most menacing in her grizzly animalistic visage. This day, this throne, this woman, and this location would have remained completely calm today. Nothing would arrive for weeks, she simply could tell it would be a long and boring wait. A gut feeling more than actual knowledge, there usually was a pressure in the air, a change that was subconsciously noticeable without needing to be aware of it.
Today, however, something did come. Not from the usual direction, passing towards her to get past and enter. Instead a small slip of paper drifted from the gateway, her keen instincts and senses locked onto it like a predator's attention on prey. Her great clawed hands snatched for the anchor at her side and she spun around, leaping out of her seat and sending a wave of snow exploding from where she landed. Half expecting some kind of paper demon or invisible man holding the paper, she eyed it carefully as it came to rest on the long hardened snow. Tensely gripping the handle of the anchor as she watched it start to grow moist on contact with the snow.
It seemed inocuous at least, so she approached carefully and grabbed it gingerly, drawing it up to her face to see what was written. Some long speech about fighting? She could have sworn she told those on the other side to not send her notices like this. Must have been sent by someone a bit higher up than the King, so it might be urgent. Assumedly he sent it to her to have her champion for him, but that wouldn't make sense. Wouldn't Kei be a better choice?
She sucked air through her numerous rows of teeth and grumbled out a quiet, "Feh." Folded the paper up and slipped it into the leather strap around her breast. "If I must, I shall." She slung the great slab of metal up and over her shoulder and into the crudely made sling. Several feet of shaggy hair began to move slowly towards the gateway, contemplating whether or not she should tell her husband of her departure. Her face turned very grim and dark for a moment, recollecting the recent events of the funeral.
Turning in a furious huff she marched through the snow to the doorway, up the stone walkway and placed a hand on the gateway. She withdrew the paper and focused on the arrival details, then turned her hand on a small stone circle and the color of the gateway changed subtly. "Color changes, of course." She seemed on edge, something about this seemed very theatrical.
She swallowed and slipped the paper back into her strap and walked through the doorway. Upon doing so she found herself in a large lobby room, her feet dropped off a load of snow onto the floor. Her massive hairy figure shambling forward, leaving behind a trail of snow and dirt. Her clawed toes clicking with each footstep on the tiled floors. She approached what appeared to be a service desk and rested a clawed hand on the wooden table between her and the person on the other side. Seemingly ignorant or intentionally ignoring the other parties in the room. So much so that her elbow seemed to shove against another figure, seemingly made of metal that was also standing near the receptionist.
Pulling the paper out from the strap she placed it on the desk and slid it forward, a soggy spot began to grow on the desk underneath it. "I was invited, why?"