Wrenching, the throwing... Lisra found herself disoriented in a glade now, trees baring fruit about her, and many a number of flowers.  She glances at herself, and despite how she feels... everything is there... but something felt<em>wrong</em>.  The voice caught her attention, and the blade in her bracer was out in an instant as she addressed the... fey?  A young man, earthy dancing garb, so human yet so beautiful, so alien yet so attractive... for a man anyway.  Beautiful was the only way to describe him in fact...<br/><br/>She<em>carefully</em>slides her blade back in it's hiding spot, noting how he made no sound in his approach.  Her eyes widen; she was in the realm of a fey!  This... this was<em>not</em>good at<em>all</em>!<br/><br/>"...I am Lisra.  I followed my friend Tock in here... where is she?" Lisra said, as politely as possible, perpetually on her guard at this point "Would it be improper to ask your name, sir?"