Bella tries to get out of the letter-named-rooms building to go ask Emily for directions, but that's not a stairwell after all, and there's someone shouting at her not to come in and she flinches back and clonks her elbow on the door and boots or no boots she's down and she -
- is falling -
No, not glowing, it's just that the walls are very high-quality translucent marble, very thin, and the ceiling is high and vaulted and it must be very very bright outside because inside is nearly as bright as broad daylight.
The room is currently being used for storage, but cannot possibly be a storage room, it's far too elaborate. Furniture, clothes, unopened gifts, fabrics, unfinished stoneworks, miscellaneous clutter, more fabrics -
And a kid who can't be older than three, in the corner, staring at her with wide-eyed astonishment.
"...Sorry," she says to the toddler. "I didn't mean to, um, barge in. Where am I?"
...She can't even tell what species he is, he looks sort of like an adorable half-elf as photorealistically drawn by somebody who'd never met a real half-elf. "Hello?" she tries. Hello? she adds, belatedly.
"Sorry," she says tentatively, although he won't understand it.
Nervously, she gets to her feet and looks for an exit. She doesn't know where she is but she wasn't invited. At least the kid didn't seem to have a really strong reaction to her being a human and she probably will not be shot on sight if she wanders the streets looking for someone who'll tell her where she's landed.
"I can't understand you," she tells him, apologetically. "If you don't like subtle arts and don't speak Pax I don't think we can get anywhere."
Another image floats into her head: the kid toddling into the room, identifying the largest things he can move, pushing them in front of the door so he'll hear the clatter if anyone enters looking for him. And then a sense of confusion, but now the question is more apparent: how did you get in without knocking over my things?
It was an accident. A magical accident. I didn't mean to barge in.
I don't even know who they are, or you, she says. I don't know where I am.
I'm - thanks for the floorplan but I don't know anything about Tirion and don't see any Trees here...? I don't know if I've ever heard of this country before at all.
I'm from a country called the Imperium and I've never heard of Endorë either...
Well, I'm definitely from somewhere other than here, I can't even quite tell what species you are.
I guess I'm from even farther away than that, then, so I won't know all the things I should, sorry.
You don't think he'll be mad at me for landing in his palace?
I didn't, but some people might be mad anyway, or not believe me.