Shelby's eyes rolled out, assuming a blankness that showed that she was lost in thought. It was as if she was in a room, but her mind was aeons away.
In there, Shelby glanced around the grand hall that she would recognize anywhere, with thinly veiled boredom, flanked by guards, before letting her eyes land on the Fae sitting in a makeshift wheelchair and not on the throne. This looked normal and odd as well.
It was as if she could reach out and touch the Fae, which did not make sense.
"...And you will learn respect in this court. You stand before the blood of kings …before the one true ruler of the Faeland …."
Shelby's eyes squinted in the present, but her thoughts were chaotic, and it felt as if she was right in the throne room.
'Isn't Syla already gone? Why am I seeing this?'
But as she thought this, she was sucked back into whatever she was seeing:
She squinted at him, cocked her head, and then, with complete disregard for decorum, interrupted:
