Avid brown eyes stared at the sky in joyous disbelief.  Silver skies and hard ruby clouds gleamed up above, splitting the light and bathing her in a mix of red and white.  Before her astounded self, the skies parted to reveal a waterfall of liquid gold.  She reached a hand out to touch the metal and—<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">“SEHRAN!!”</span>Daria screamed when something burning landed on her.  She shot up in shock but was immediately tangled in a mess of blankets.  There was something next to her keeping her from moving and she shoved at it in an attempt to get away from the burning sensation.  With another shriek, she fell off the bed and landed on the ground, the impact silencing her.<br/><br/>Awareness filtered into the Dokkalfr as she finally made sense of where she was.  Random bed, water to the face wakeup, and—she made a face as she tasted cotton in her mouth—<span style="font-style: italic">waaaay</span>too much to drink: not a good combination.  She glanced at her bed partner and was relieved to find it (1) was female and (2) was clothed.  Good signs.<br/><br/>After she’d dressed and tidied up, she followed Sheo back down to a surprisingly large group of people.  They looked familiar.  Maybe?  Maybe familiar?  She peered at the closest one—fair skin, long blond hair, and fluffy ears.  Her lip curled back in dislike but she said nothing at the sight of the dragon.  Great, an Alftar.  However, she determinedly took her seat and turned a hard smile to the Alftar.<span style="color: #FF8080">“I’m Daria,”</span>she introduced with a touch of challenge in her voice.<span style="color: #FF8080">“Who are you?”</span>