[h3] Berry [/h3]
Berry stumbled through and out the other side of the silver curtains of the portal with a disorientating twist in her stomach and a ring in her ears. At any other time, Berry would probably have complained about it and how they really should try to make it more accommodating for the older generation. However, considering she had just spent goodness knows how long running from The Grit coupled with the sky splitting in two and her friends turned to stone, Berry was just glad to still be alive to feel somewhat uncomfortable.
“Oh good gracious me.” She murmured and clutched her chest feeling her heart beat frantically.

Her gaze wandered around taking everything in around her from the stone walls, to the strangers she had nearly walked into, to the robots guarding The Queen. Berry’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. It was The Queen. The Actual Queen!

“The Spire?” She breathed in awe and looked above. Stunned by the idea that directly above them sat hundreds of tons of brick and metal. “Oh good gracious me.”

Feeling utter terror rise once again in her throat Berry took a deep breath and pushed it back down. She hadn’t become a successful performer by letting fear and nerves get the best of her, and she wasn’t about to start now. As they say: The Show Must Go On.

“Your Majesty.” She stepped forward, holding her chin up high and hands held neatly by her hips. “I do apologise for how rude this may sound but I must ask; Do you have any idea what is happening?”

Whilst she asked she kept an ear out for any other movement from the portal behind her, hoping the others she had travelled with had survived their journey to where one of the robots had said there were weapons. She kept waiting. Her stomach squirmed with worry.