First Entrance

[dragon_naturalist]

[OOM: Before Milliways, young Isabella attempts to please her mother.]

The child's hands that push open the door are covered in ash and soon followed by a dejected little girl of about seven, dressed in a manner most fashionable for the Victorian times. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees that she is not in her family's kitchens; in fact, she is quite certain she is not in her family's home. But that is an absurd notion...right?

Someone may wish to tell her that her mouth is hanging open in a most unladylike fashion.

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche - dressed in his best, but his best by Underside standards, which is... odd - glances over and grins at her.

"Welcome to Milliways."

[dragon_naturalist]

There is a strange boy talking to her and he is wearing strange clothes. Still, he is being polite and she is a child of good bearing.

"Thank you," she replies kindly. "I'm supposed to be in my kitchens however."

[street_sparrow]

"If you turn and open the door behind you", he says easily, "your kitchens should be waiting for you. You've just been given a detour."

[dragon_naturalist]

She gives him a very impolite look but does as he suggests.

"This is rather peculiar," she says, a bit tonelessly, when she turns back.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche is entirely unrattled by the impolite look.

"Everything here is very peculiar. Would you like something to drink, while I try to explain?"

[dragon_naturalist]

"Yes, please," she replies matter-of-factly and steps forward, only to catch sight of her hands again. "Although perhaps I should wash up first. Is there a wash basin I might use?"

[street_sparrow]

"Of course. Bar", he turns, "hot water and soap for the young lady, please, and - what would you like? Lemonade, maybe?"

[dragon_naturalist]

"That will do nicely," she replies as she careful washes her hands. She even manages to not spill any water! "May I ask you name good sir?"

[street_sparrow]

"Gavroche Riddle, of the House of Arch." He smiles. "And yours?"

[brave_kreyu]

A patron, unnamed, walks into the Bar from out back. The sight through the door is a tempting Spring day in Scotland.

If Isabella cares to wander outside, she might find all kinds of interesting things. A dragon, for instance, who shut her eyes for a moment while testing a new invisibility spell and wound up taking a nap. The spell might wear off while Isabella is passing by or she might outright walk into Kreyu.

Kreyu's scales are the color of smoke and she's 150ft long with claws the size of pikes and a nasty looking spine on her tail. At least her mouth is closed, so Isabella can't see all the teeth like swords in it.

[dragon_naturalist]

She has cleaned up and given the basic outline of this strange place by that nice young man Gavroche, so when she sees there is an outside, she simply must explore. Perhaps there will be sparklings out there!

It is bright however and she wanders a bit, blinking since her eyes had grown accustomed to within. She regrets her choice to wander when she trips over something she didn't see and nearly gets a grass stain on her apron. Her mother would never forgive that!

[brave_kreyu]

The invisibility spell crumbles at the contact and Kreyu wakes, leaving Isabelle looking into a violet eye larger than her torso.

"Hello, small one," the dragon rumbles in greeting.

[dragon_naturalist]

Isabella takes several involuntary steps backward, clearly startled. She doesn't trip however, which is good as her dress would definitely get stained then.

"Please don't eat me!" She exclaims in a squeak, not quite connecting the fact that dragons aren't supposed to talk yet registering that this one just did.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu makes a soothing, rumbling noise. "No need to be frightened, little one. I don't eat people."

[dragon_naturalist]

"That is good to know," she replies hesitantly. Taking a steadying breath like she's seen her father do when he has to get back on a horse that's just thrown him, she asks, "Are you a dragon? Truly a dragon?"

[brave_kreyu]

"I am," Kreyu replies, peering at the little girl. No one's ever asked her if she was a dragon before when she was in THIS shape.

"Does your world have dragons in it outside of stories?"

[dragon_naturalist]

"Oh yes," Isabella replies with a smile. "Though, I don't know that I've heard of any that speak."

[inspector_blueeyes]

David looks up from his paperwork as she come in - a tall man in a neat blue suit with bright blue eyes. He smiles and puts his pen aside. "My dear, are you alright?" He has a soft German accent.

[dragon_naturalist]

The girl would not label his accent as such, but she would label as a country within her world. Seeing she is being spoken to by an older man, she stands straighter and hides her hands behind her back.

"I am not certain to be dreadfully honest," she replies in what he would call an English accent. "I appear to be rather lost, which should be impossible since I was going to my family's kitchens."

[inspector_blueeyes]

"You have come to a place called Milliways. It is a place between worlds where people from many different times and universes come. It is a sanctuary of sorts." He gestures to the empty bar. "If you are hungry or thirsty, you need only ask."

He glances to her ash covered hands. "If you wish, there's a wash room just through that door."

[dragon_naturalist]

"Thank you, sir," she replies courteously. "With your leave?"

She knows better then to leave without an adult's clear permission; at least when an adult is present.

[inspector_blueeyes]

"OF course." He smiles, "But you need no-one's leave here. You are free to do as you wish within reason."

He returns to his table while she washes up and orders himself some tea.

[dragon_naturalist]

She does return and is looking both excited and a little damp.

"Your pardon, sir. Are those mixer taps in the washroom?"

[inspector_blueeyes]

"Indeed they are." David smiles, offering her a seat. "Are they less common where you are from?"

[dragon_naturalist]

"Most homes of the peerage have them to some degree. My mother insisted we install ours in the kitchen as it was most practical but I've heard of others who insisted on placing them in the washrooms. I must agree with my mother, why hide such a useful invention away where it is rarely used?"