The Violet Witch
Irina arrives.
When describing the arrival of any other individual to any other location in the world, such a simple statement would suffice. But, this was not the case with Miss Irina Blue, the Violet Witch, whose arrivals were oft nearly as miraculous to behold as herself. The closest bystanders to this event would more accurately report that, rather than simply
"arriving" at her target location, Irina
"descended". With careful ease, and grace beyond her right, the Violet woman alights upon the pre-determined section of soft grass, which crumpled slightly beneath her weight.
Their eyes were directed downwards, as instructed. All of what they could see of her arrival was her feet, which began to move almost immediately after their appearance, carrying the body attached to them over towards where the two servants were standing. There, they freeze for a moment, until a woman's soft, airy voice spoke up.
"You can look now."After this simple phrase, the pair of servants raise their heads, and are almost immediately blinded by the queer violet light emanating off of the "thing" hovering in the air behind Irina's back. Instantly, their minds are overwhelmed with sensation as intense interplanar static filters through their retinas, bringing their minds to within an inch of complete mental collapse before the light, abruptly, stops.
"Take me to my room."Acting as though nothing had happened, Irina steadily begins to walk towards the Tower, which stood a near seven meters away from the place she had arrived. My calculations were off by close to half a centimeter, she considers to herself idly, as she awaits her guides' return to reality. Now that she was here, on site, she could tell the reason why. She had accounted for the possibility of magical interference due to the Tower's unique construction, but she had not known that this... beating, would be quite so strong.
It was unusual for her calculations to be off, but rather than being upset, the youthful witch almost seemed to be in a good mood. When the tower's servants came forward, and lead her to where she would be staying, she was half-tempted to begin idle chatter, to vent off all of this unnecessary positive energy. She didn't, though. Instead, she kept it to herself, walking along with the young servants in stride, counting each and every stone, tile, step, nook, cranny and window she passed.
Soon enough, they were at her room. Now, up until then, Irina's thoughts had been completely occupied with revising her calculations, measuring the distances and interference within the Tower itself, but now, she allowed them to wander to the doorway she was now looking through. The servants concluded their duties, and went off, likely to find some reprieve from their now pounding headaches, leaving Irina to take her first steps into her new bedroom.
It was... oddly constructed, to say the least, but it seemed to fit Irina's specifications perfectly, and she was a very difficult woman to please. Even the last bit, which she had not expected to be fulfilled, was done so perfectly that she might just smile.
Standing before her were two children, girls, fidgeting slightly with hands clearly soft, and free from the toil of manual labour. Their eyes were intelligent, but more than a little anxious to be meeting such an imposing figure under such circumstances. Here, they had awaited since sunrise, cleaned, dressed and prepared to meet the person who they would be serving for the duration of her stay.
"Um, Miss... Blue? We're-", the slightly elder girl starts, but is cut off by Irina's light voice.
"There will be plenty of time for that, dear. For now, how about the two of you help me order myself?"The girls begin to get to work eagerly, and Irina could not be more pleased by their performance. They were not the Prince's, or the Tower's, but strictly hers. Orphans, specifically requested prior to her arrival, designated to serve as her assistants.
She was satisfied. Under these conditions, she could continue her research, even in this alien environment.
And so, she heads to the secret, adjoined room, with a single piece of chalk in hand.
She would need to begin immediately.