 be her ride home when the time came. The woman and Celeste Cat approached on foot, as noble and elegant as ever. Embrose the Arathli floated in the sky above and eventually landed gently at their side once they were in front of the doors.
She studied the stranger and unknown shinies for a moment, giving no greeting. Her eyes then wandered onto a man with...a fake neon bird shiny?  She was not about to waste her time asking questions. They were all insane.
Two doors in particular appealed to her. But, as was the natural choice for Haelys, she approached The White Door and opened it carefully, fascinated yet on high alert. Her two shinies were right behind her.
When she stepped through the door the first thing that struck Yjrn was that somehow she was home, her little cottage out in the Black Forest. Plants covering all the open surfaces and the warm sunlight streaming through the window, the quaint little kitchen that invited you to tea. To spend a peaceful minute.
Except her cabin definitely didn't have living inanimate objects. She had a Pepeshi who tended to keep things picked up in exchange for living there when Yjrn wasn't around. The pang of homesickness was swept aside by fascination and curiosity. It wasn't the first time she'd seen a broom sweep itself, though she was far from skilled enough in aetherology to do such a thing herself.
Calde swept from her shoulder and across the room, winding through all the flying objects with what could have passed for a particularly reptilian giggle.
"She said to bring something back didn't she?" Yjrn asked, getting a trill from the tsunami that had perched one the window sill to look outside, fascinated. She stepped delicately through the cleaning supplies and into the kitchen, breathing deep the warm scent of spices and teas.
When the kettle started whistling there was something enticing, perhaps enchanting even, about it's cheery little tune. After a moments hesitation Yjrn couldn't help but look through the teas, finding one that smelled like warm cinnamon and a subtle fruit that she didn't recognize, and made herself a little cup of tea. With her cup in hand she couldn't quite help but take a seat at the little table and sip the comforting drink. Spellbound as she was it didn't seem all that harmful to spend a moment in the beautiful surroundings before taking something back to the babes.
Zenith had never met a Casche. In fact, before George sent out a message to all and sundry announcing a caboodle of them were bonding, he’d never even heard of them. That suggested they were either rare, new arrivals, or both.
Or, y’know, that he’d simply managed to miss every single bonding of them thus far. That was absolutely a thing that kept happening. New cohortmate Ton-dae was proof of that, and beorfin weren’t even that rare!
Regardless, nothing could unite the cohort quite like a bonding, especially one of a new and shiny species of, er, shiny. This time they just... united in their fervent desire to kick their collective bondmate out the door and towards the northern veldt. Zee found himself rousted from his comfortable seat by the fireplace by a veritable horde of shinies large, small, and everywhere in between. 
There were more than a few titters among the crowd as they retreated. Lasinian, his apparent chaperone for the adventure now afoot, looked rather less amused.
“We’re really doin’ this, are we?” He glanced down towards his... bodyguard? Designated responsible adult? He wasn’t quite sure what to call her, really, and the Sargtlin herself wasn’t offering any suggestions.
Looks like. You should get a move on.
Never one to question a wolf large and occasionally irritable enough to bite through his armor, Zee did as ordered, tromping off towards the meadows and its newfound collection of doors.
And there were a collection of them, too. Eleven doors in total, each one wholly different from its neighbor, and only a few of them seemed to have caught someone’s eye. Zee hung back, atypically indecisive, until the woman running this whole shindig shouted what sounded like instructions. ‘Come back with something good’, huh? That sounded doable enough. And if he happened to buck the trend and find something dangerous behind door number whatever, well, Lasinian could more than handle herself in a scrape.
With that in mind, Zee ambled towards the Black Door and carefully pulled it open.  Time to find out!
Despite his size, Orsonth fit through the worn door as if it was made for him, and he passed through the dull blue color with enough ease to come into…a strange world indeed.
Though the coloration of the door was similar to the dragon, the mood of the world he would enter was…not. The first thing Orsonth would likely notice was the rain. It wasn’t just raining, it was raining. The downpour perfectly matched how blue-gray everything was, with buildings that stretched so tall on either side of him that they seemed to curve inwards. One could only imagine how huge everything seemed if one of the humanoids had entered the area instead. It was empty, eerily empty, and if Orsonth moved forward he would find that the city he had stumbled upon was floating, huge fissures running through the city streets, separating sections from one another though electrical lines still ran through, suspended overhead. These fissures were connected by loose wooden bridges, hardly a structure that looked like it could hold a dragon, so it was lucky that the Sapphire could fly. Most things looked mostly like a city, dumpsters, benches, deserted piles of clothes…well. Not SUPER normal. Windows were shattered, doors were boarded up, and piles of clothes were spread throughout as if the people wearing them had simply evaporated into thin air.
All things told, this was quite…unsettling.
From the still open door, Orsonth would find a tiny companion creep up by his side. The Innocent Alone, but Not Together Sizeophile had found his way out of the confines of the nest that his mother had built, and snuck up besides the dragon. Hopefully, despite his tiny size, he would be noticed. Would the pair venture further through the city?
Geoff would receive a similarly wet welcome, though the Snowy Door would be offering a different sort of precipitation.
Things would be completely silent save for the sound of the snow crunching underfoot did Geoff decide to truly step inside (outside?). The surrounding area was covered in snow, and pine trees, tall, stretching on high. The sky was bright, but grey, it was clearly daytime but the snow that fluttered down in large chunks. Something seemed a little off about the forest, but it was a matter of if Geoff was willing to explore his surroundings or not. There was a scattering of bits of gabage, an overturned canoe with holes at the bottom, as if people had been there and had not cleaned up after themselves, but everything also looked utterly deserted. Maybe he could dig through the snow to find something? Or wander around a bit?
Well, besides himself and the young Faded But Not Forgotten Hueophile who didn’t seem too keen on the cold. Maybe this door was a bad idea after all?
Boone’s visit through his door was short-lived indeed, and the squirming babies that remained in the pile and hadn’t wandered off seemed to pile on top of one another with some interest. The Into the Void Artificiaphile came out in front, observing the neon flamingo with some vague interest, but was not particularly fascinated by the glowing bird. Instead she looked up at the man. He had picked that up and put it down with some ease.  Young as they were, the gears were whirring in her little head, and she knew, just knew, that this humanoid was big and she was little. The Sizeophile Female did take some interest in the Neon flamingo, scampering around it excitedly. This thing! It was huge! Super huge! She was giddy. He’d clearly caught some attention here, but if there was anything that casche really liked, it was, uh, more things. And there were PLENTY of places to look!
The White Door was apt indeed for a queen such as Haelys (depending on your definition of apt), and with her two shinies in tow, they would enter an area much darker than the sunny field that they started in.
Or not completely dark. It was nighttime in this alternate dimension, or wherever the doors brought you, and the moon was full, glowing, giving everything an eerie silver glow. Haelys would find herself right outside of a mansion, dark, utterly abandoned. The house was in the middle of a field with a single tree, crooked, thick with branches. Off to one side was a huge pond, the moon casting its reflection brightly, as if there was another moon right in the water, giving off light of its own. The mansion had a porch with a few dusty things collected, cobwebs built up on a pair of chairs, dirt and dead plants in two huge pots by the door, and well of course, Haelys could enter the mansion if she’d preferred. The queen and her shinies would perhaps feel like they were being watched, or followed.
And it wasn’t by the Song in