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(Okay, coolio)

Farah only frowned with confusion. "I beg your pardon?" she replied. "You need someone to point you in which direction? And I'm sorry, but from what I can tell, you're not a fairy. Do you possess any magical qualities?"

Emaria's eyes widened, and she took a step toward her mom. "Erie could be a Specialist," she suggested quickly. "Specialists don't necessarily have to be humans." She turned to look at the lizard-girl. "The headmistress is basically the one in charge of everything at a school. In my mom's case, Alfea."

Farah blinked, caught completely off-guard by the rapidly changing conversation. "Well… I suppose I could speak with Saul," she admitted, noting the rapier at Erie's side. "Are you trained with a blade?"

The fairies, both empaths and telepaths, picked up on Erie's general thought process. Emaria smirked and arched an eyebrow. "Wouldn't I love to be two ranks above my parents…"

Farah shot her daughter a brief look before turning her full attention to Erie. "That may be impressive where you come from, but I'm not so sure it means as much here. You are not in your world anymore. I don't know where you are from or how you got here, but you are in the Otherworld now. I'll only ask you once more. Are you trained with a blade?"

Farah's eyes narrowed, and Emaria recognized the look as one that had been directed her way many times before. "Mom," she muttered. "Relax. She's new here."

A deep sigh escaped Farah, and she shook her head. "It will do you good to respect those who are your senior," the older mind fairy shot back. "I don't care how many fights you and your rapier have won. That is of very little value to me." With that, Farah turned to Emaria, still frowning slightly. "I need to go speak with your father now. Please just figure out how she got here and explain to her where she is," Farah said shortly. "And don't say 'hell,'" she added right as Emaria opened her lips.

Once Farah was off and heading for the school again, Emaria began to follow at a slower pace. "So… this is the Otherworld," she said, gesturing around. "Or as I like to call it… hell."

Emaria felt Erie's anger and her general thought process. She reached a hand out and placed it on the lizardfolk's arm. "Um… I'm an empath, and my mom is too. So there's a pretty good chance that she can still feel your emotions even as she's walking away. Just a warning I learned the hard way.

"But I've never heard of the term 'styx' before," she continued. "I'd assume you're right though. I wouldn't know."

An odd look passed through Emaria's expression. It was a mixture of wistfulness, frustration, and fortitude. "I'm not so sure. Sometimes a fancy hell can be worse," she replied vaguely. "But yeah, the food's pretty good. Dinner Lady Doris makes some great mashed potatoes." She dodged the other question and walked a bit faster.

Emaria frowned at Erie's tone and general thoughts. "Yes," she murmured. "We're both empathetic, among other mental abilities. My mother can essentially control every other magic type to some degree, which is why she's the headmistress of Alfea and one of the most powerful fairies currently in the Otherworld.

"And the food is free," she confirmed with a small smile. "Um… you may be able to run through some Specialist exercises. My father might be more willing to admit you than my mother, mainly because he's the Specialist headmaster."

She hesitated another moment before continuing. "Uh, yes. You're in the Otherworld. The realm of Solaria, specifically. And going to school here is… prestigious. Among other things. Alfea's the best school in the Otherworld."

Emaria pursed her lips slightly in thought. "Both. It's for very talented fairies and Specialists, but my parents are also very talented teachers. So's Ben. He's the botany professor. Alchemy, chemistry, potion crafting… shit like that. That's all Ben. He practically lives in the greenhouse. And yeah, I guess. My dad trained me for Specialist stuff, so we could spar if you want to, but I was admitted as a fairy because… duh. My mom. Anyway, it's mostly swordplay and dummy spars. I think my dad's adding some kind of running or fitness test soon… but yeah. Other than that, no problem."

She looked over at Erie and winked, but just then she noted the lizard's tears. "Hey, it's okay. I mean, I'm sure I'd be way out of my element if I just suddenly world-hopped without knowing it. Though that would be kind of difficult. To change between worlds from here, you need to use a gateway ring. My mom has one. So does Queen Luna." Emaria couldn't resist rolling her eyes. "She's kind of a bitch though, so I wouldn't count on her help."

Emaria frowned. "Finding yourself in a completely new world isn't trivial. It's damn confusing and fucks with your head. It's not dumb to let yourself be confused and sad and just plain disoriented for a bit. And if it's any consolation, I've kind of been there."

She listened to the lizard's words, thinking them over. "Well, I guess that's all right. But I'm sure Mom will find away to send you home if that's what you want. And being the 'perfect warrior' is kind of subjective, isn't it? You can still try out to be a Specialist here. You didn't really lose that."

(I'm sorry but I have so many other rps right now, and life also has me in a chokehold. Is it okay if we drop this one? I'm so sorry)