The woman kept pace with her king, ignoring the slight tingles from her arm as the two of them made small talk. As always, she was impressed with his memory. They spoke of her training, in particular, her first set of classes. She had been the smallest person there--and that was a fact that hadn't really changed up until recent years. She had gained height, that was for sure, but the weight... well, not so much so. She asked politely after his lady, to which she received a chortle of sorts. Marriage and warriors were always a strange combination to put into a topic--but the king had chosen a credible mate, an excellent tactician and (rumor had it) better with the sword than he was. Hm. Fearsome.
As they approached the end of the hallway, she set her sights on a peculiar door. She glanced around, she was sure that hadn't... been here before? She frowned, and gazed at it again. The longer she looked, the more it morphed in shape. In surprise, she snuck a glance at her king who was observing her with interest. The door expanded and the frame seemed to dissolve as it began to resemble more of a gateway. Before long, it was twice as big and producing slightly ominous lighting. She blinked, she wasn't really sure if she was seeing what she was seeing. Of course she had heard of this, of course she knew the rumors, but she had never imagined that she would be allowed to travel.
"Is this...?" She heard another chuckle and her king shook his head.
"Miss Amaren, no time like the present. After you." She nodded, he was right. A warrior didn't hesitate. It would get you killed on the battlefield. So she took a step through, not quite knowing what to expect. She felt a wrenching in her chest as she did so, like someone was tugging on her from deep inside. It was uncomfortably warm, uncomfortably cold--it was hard to put a place on all the things she was experiencing at once. She felt constricted, for a moment it was like she couldn't breathe... and then the pressure was released. She found herself standing somewhere completely different. She was about to turn around to check on her king when something very unpleasant settled in the pit of her stomach.
Her nostrils flared and she immediately swerved to meet the point of attention. Her gaze fell onto a man standing a ways off from a woman. He had a look of discomfort on his face (or was that annoyance?). Whatever it was, just staring at him was making her feel angry. She wasn't sure why and she clenched her hands into fists as her jaw tightened. She felt riled up, and this seemed the rather unexpected emotion when transported elsewhere--not to mention inappropriate. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked backwards, feeling a bit calmer as she met the stare of her king.
"Coins, Wands, my old friends. It is wonderful to see you again. It appears we..." Almost simultaneously, both her and her king caught sight of two figures towards the back of the room and she heard him adjust himself smoothly. "Well, we are in fact the last ones to this gathering. I apologize, I couldn't help but give Miss Amaren here a little test." She decided to look at the other people in the room while he was talking, lingering first on a small, petite blond girl. Hm. Cute, seemed a little bit a like a pacifist. But maybe that would be a good thing, all things considered. Since that other male was rubbing her the wrong way. She looked over at the blue-haired woman, who honestly seemed the most out of place out of all of them. While the first girl just seemed gentle, this one seemed ill at ease and terribly uncomfortable.
She wondered if she was to greet them in her usual manner. Her king had mentioned Coins and Wands.... and she was sure their kingdoms did not have the same customs as hers. So instead she extended a curt bow towards Wands, trying to smile but finding it incredibly difficult with that irksome male in the way. She placed a hand on her claymore, bowing towards the other occupants of the room. She heard a familiar laugh and settled upon her king once more, who seemed to be the only one in higher spirits.
"Ah, a warrior's fire is alit in this room." He gestured towards the man with the scowl. Y'nev glared at him subtly, why would someone like that be here anyway? "But where are my manners? Come, introduce yourself. Then we can get to business." He pushed her forwards and she privately thanked some higher forces for her training as she didn't fall flat on her face. This "push" was much more like a rough shove and she wouldn't want to be making a fool of herself so soon.
"Y'nev Amaren, blessings be to the Silver Mother." She bowed again, giving a slightly formal customary greeting. She half-wondered if they even knew who the Silver Mother was. Hm. She took a step closer to her king once more, almost in a guard-like position. She had not relinquished her hold upon her weapon hilt yet and kept herself at the ready. Just in case something went wrong. It was always best to be prepared, after all.