Even when you have a teleportaliser in your room, nothing prepares you for when somebody doesnāt needĀ to use one to reach where you are. Technology is a formality that Erelaeh doesnāt adopt; she moves through dimensions with a fluidity that borders on magical.Ā
Her arrival looks like sheās emerging from nothing, refracted dimensions peeling away from her outline until something clearer comes into view. Staring too long at this would start to cause a headache from the eyes trying to perceive dimensional space beyond the third. Eventually, she does come into view. A foot above the ground, dropping as if gravity suddenly took its toll and held her to the ground.
She was nearly half a foot taller than Kaekat was, her skin a stark and contrasting purple. Those tattoos and her eyes glowed, visible clearer in dimmer light. She took a few moments to see just where she was, to familiariseĀ herself with the surroundings; a hand on a cocked hip and a somewhat cheery smile on her head. She exuded a confidence of somebody that can casually breach through physical space with little effort.
āFancy! Iāve never been to an alien teacherās room before. Iām sure thereās some kinda porn of that on the internet somewhere. I really amĀ living the dream!ā