“<span style="color: #660066">My people fly on the backs of great beasts, usually Windriders which are winged beasts with a lion’s head and a scorpion’s tail. Or gryphons which are bird-like with four legs. Both are very majestic and powerful in their own right. Neither are anywhere as terrifying as that metal death tube. Why did they build me a house and all that? It would be a waste of resources if I didn’t... I don’t know, pass the Doctor’s tests.”</span>Her reaction to the elevator was similar to her reaction to the vehicle but she managed to keep from grabbing one of her escorts this time. She stumbled out of the lift and planted her hands on her knees to catch her breath.<span style="color: #660066">“You’re going to kill me with all of this. I’ve lived under a tree for almost two hundred years and now I’m... this is too much for me.” </span>She looked around at the gathered people and slowly moved to sit down as requested.<span style="color: #660066">“You can just call me Rayne.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>