"Oh my gods." She snorted and rolled her eyes so far back she thought she might see inside her own skull, but she was smiling. With all the grace of someone who spent her life both throwing and dodging knives, she dipped into a theatric curtsy--which was rather difficult to do in breeches. "Of course, good sir."
She tugged him a little closer, feeling magic start to fizzle against their feet. "Careful. It's gonna be a hell of a dance."
Normally, faerie rings were considered dangerous as a portal between realms; mortals who crossed into one could be snatched away by the Fair Folk. But since Kiara had a connection to those same Folk, she was actually the one doing the snatching. In a sense.
Eyes closed, she tightened her hold on Grav's hands and actually seemed to start a sort of dance, stepping lightly into a carefully choreographed circle. And then, between one step and the next, they just sort of...shifted through the veil.
The journey lasted longer than when she had used the amulet or when Aeolthaine sent them through directly. The world seemed less to swirl around them and more to...slide, blending trees to sky to sea, and then slowly resettling itself into something new.
