Travelling to Iria to learn from the mages by sea was much too expensive. Mostly the decision came with the fact that the old man who she had blasted with air was the captain of the only ship transporting goods from Adeluna…She would never let the grabby old lecher… Viola's teeth cringed sharply at the thought of him. Instead, she had managed to acquire enough coins to purchase the contextual introduction to a solution: Introduction to the Gate Spell Vol. 1. The book was freshly printed with the ink smell still…mmm…booooks…

Viola raced through the book skimming for the information she sought. Aha!

"Hold out your hand to a door, hole, or a window."

Reaching her arm out to the door in front of her, she held the latch. "Then recite, Gizy…"

"Gizy."

A shimmering sound ran through her ears. Excitement ran over her as she ran through the door…

"Iria here I…"

Viola was falling.

Vinsue had a nice cave well protected by the forest and its dangers. The home of a dragon well hidden in the forest. The home of the outlaw of outlaws, very few would actually try to find her home and less could get there alive. She usually had no trouble keeping it that way and had a pride in that.

She had gathered a rather large amount of treasure over the years and it gleamed in the fire light Vinsue always used. Though as it was early morning and she had a late night she had fell asleep in human form in her nest. She was well armed with her sword and dagger as she immediately went to sleep as she got home. All lights were out but could be lit in a blink of her eye.

Gravity is a bitch!

A mass of violet fur and a reddened face, by fear of splattering on the ground ran across a collection of what usually would be considered a cute collection of freckles upon two cheeks now covered by a layer of messy strands of hair, after landing on a soft surface thanked the heavens for still being alive.

"I…I…"

Viola looked up noticing just how far she had fallen. About twenty or so feet, she surmised. But…what was this soft surface that broke her fall she pressed down on with her right hand and left laid out above her head facing down onto what felt leather…no…warm and…skin? Wait..?

This…this…ummm…

"Uhhh."

Was obviously not Iria's guild of mages.

On contact vinsue had awoken and got to her feet. She immediately looked at were she was but could not see. She quickly waved her hand at the wall.  A flame immediately lit in the pit full of oil that ran around all the rooms and halls in her home.

Her first reaction was intruder, danger, protection, atack. And she had drew her sword only to lower it at the site of what had awoken her. A redheaded two legged that was quite panicked laid on the fers of her bed. She sheathed her blade and reached to help her.

"Are you ok? What happened." She asked. She could easily handle herself but she had compassion when someone was hurt or frightened.

A woman of a taller build, golden eyes, serene paleness, and a quite trained tone stood, causing Viola to roll over to face up at the domineering figure. A snap rang out right before a large whoosh of an explosion of fire light rushed around the entirety of this…place. The light revealed a blade drawn, pointed at Viola's neck. A small gulp with the thought of it being her last echoed in the back of her mind until it was sheathed to be replaced with a helpful hand.

"Are you ok? What happened?"

Reluctantly, with a mild daze after being threatened, Viola joined the helpful hand to right her to standing position. With the room still spinning once to her feet, Viola attempted to parse words together.

"I…uhh…ummm…ehhh…I thought this place would be more…umm…"

The mages Guild was an organization well known for its skill of organization for organizing the impossible to organize that shined like the sun according to the unorganized librarian back in Adeluna that only wished they could be so incandescently organized.

"Organized."

The Kitsune was verry confusing to Vinsue. "I am actually verry organized… most the time." She said than yowned the tired filling coming back at the realization that there was no actual danger. What time was it anyhow. 

She was struck odd with the way the question was asked. "Where do you think this place is? And what do you think this place is?" She  stated.