2 what happened last Knight

The Queen of Dolus was young and brash but ready to rule. She was named Morana the II by her father in honor of her late mother who had died giving birth to their one and only Daughter. At the age of 20 she was still learning much from the court wizard who was appointed her teacher by her father 15 years ago. The man was an elder in every respect of the word for he had been serving the Vorst Royal family for nearly 200 an a half years. He taught her many things and is her only true friend. Morana was startled out of thought by the sound of a scream and crashing glass. She opened her eyes and tried to raise up to see what was happening but she found she could not move her body. Morana looked around the room and her heart nearly matched her bedroom. everything was frozen, blue crystals almost 2 feet in length hang from the ceiling and walls. Her fur quilts solid and sparkling. She felt as if she had been buried neck deep. Her pillow to was solid and hard against her head. However she was not cold at all, infact she felt comfortable. Moving her head towards her door way, one of her servants had dropped Morana's breakfast and was standing arms crossed and shivering as if naked outside during winter. Freeing one of her arms she tried to peel the quilt away but stopped, noticing a thin layer of ice on her skin "Frost".

Kiyara was startled awake by the chatter of voices outside her tent. Her foggy morning vision cleared quickly to the sight of what could only be described as abstract art in the form of her childhood friend sleeping in a position that would appear to others as very uncomfortable. The drool running down Meetra's cheek spoke to her unbelievable ability to sleep anywhere and though she did not have magic such an ability could only be described as magical in nature. Raising up she noticed a faint smell, she nor any of the other familia members have had a chance to bathe in some time. Her hair was a clear sign of this fact. Scrounging through the small pack she removed a light silk tunic belonging to her father one of the only things she still owned of his. After putting the shirt on she removed a pair of ruffled brown jeans and slid them on over her pale legs. Other then the clothing on the line she owned no other apparel. Crawling out of the tent leaving Meetra to drown in her drool, Kiyara stood tall Letting her bare feet sink into the moist soil. Not having extra cloths and a bath was hard.

However both of those things would have to wait,

First they must find a faster means to travel between the surface and the sanctuary. The familia only has two mages and neither of them know how to draw a transportation circle. Some of the stronger members or those who could use levitation spells have already begun to move the supplies from their encampment outside into the sanctum. It takes a full hour just to get a few pounds of rice and wheat inside. The men and women are completely drained after just one trip. Thinking to herself she could not believe that the ancient order actually moved between the worlds by this single stairwell. There must be another way, looking around the room again she searched for clues. The only reasonable conclusion was that there must have been another way through one of the other three door ways. Peeking back inside the tent Kiyara grabbed her pack and watched Meetra sleep. They had been together for almost her entire life. Kiyara knew that if she awoke Meetra she would go with her to explore the unknown with out a second thought. Kiyara could not put her friend or anyone else in danger so she would go alone. Grabbing up her knee high boots She snuck away towards the opposite door way. No one noticed her go, no one noticed her return.