"Oh, so less on crazy bigots and more on the suped-up maybe-not-gods. Ok, that's something I can get down with."

"I'll get you set up with a map and an explanation of important customs, sooner if you feel like wandering."

"That might be good, I have trouble sleeping in new places, walking helps."

"Hopefully a late night walk won't take you clear to another polity, though geography can get weird sometimes."

"Words I'm assuming I'll learn the meaning of at some point, but that's good, certainly wouldn't want to stumble into the danger zone by accident."

"I more meant the map for broader travel, sorry, like if you feel like going to another country, though this technically isn't a country - a 'polity' just means 'a place governed.' Geography doesn't always behave on a large scale, here. But I can also get you a local city map; you're unlikely to get into trouble here, though, being my guest. And I can explain the local laws."

"Oh, yeah, sure, totally. Anyway, so, what's the plan, like, in the more expansive sense, like, the broader sense." 

Evidently, she's tapping into her teen energies to really be as sarcastic and even a little bit rude as she can be.

"Get you settled, get you somewhere to stay and some way of acquiring necessities like food and information, and then try to find you training in dream-walking and using magic - I've never had a student before, so I can try teaching you, but don't know if I'll be any good."

"Cool, and that'll be fine, I've been told I'm the worst student ever by many a teacher, so no sweat home slice."

"We can be terrible academics together."

"Coolness." 

She picks at her nails as she waits for them to actually arrive, every so often speeding up the shadows in impatience before slowing back to Lianne's pace.

Lianne can keep pace with her near-effortlessly - once Ariadne signals impatience, she'll speed up until they're rocketing along at Ariadne's limits.

Or at least as fast as she can figure out how to go right now without falling off, she is still new to this. 

Of course.

They arrive at the mountain's base quickly, Lianne slowing to a stop before a set of imposing black stone gates.

Ari shudders to a stop awkwardly beside her, silently waiting for Lianne to lead the way.

She touches the gates, causing them to swing open silently. "These are half for show, but they do some amount of good," she says. "There's gate guards, technically, for people who can't get around themselves."

And she leads the way into and then up and over the city, a sprawling place of low stone buildings, none more than four stories, and narrow mountain roads. Then veering off to the side, taking their path away from the imposing buildings at the top of the mountain and towards a line of white row houses with spills of color down their fronts, from paint and flowering vines alike. She comes to a stop outside of one, and waits for Ariadne to settle beside her.

Ariadne says nothing, just follows, looking around in concealed awe. She almost misses the veering off to the side she's paying so little attention, but she catches herself and follows. Once they stop, she looks up and raises an eyebrow.

"Cute house."

The glow around Lianne dies down. "I think so. And the owner's friendly - this's a bed and breakfast, though the owner's terrible at advertising."

"Uh huh... Well, lead away christian soldier."

"That a reference to something?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, just a hymn we had to sing in church a lot. The phrase stuck."

"Makes sense."

She leads the way into the house. It's nice, albeit a bit old-fashioned, a formal front parlor with rich dark wooden furnishings and busy wallpaper showing scenes of mountains and people praying and monsters. There's a lamp on a side table with a stained glass shade with tentacle patterns.

"Person we're meeting's probably in the back..." Lianne mumbles, half to herself.

Ariadne ignores whatever it is she says, she's thinking about how much she wants a cigarette right now but she really doesn't want to give a bad first impression.

Lianne heads into the back, and quickly negotiates a room. "I'll pay for now," she says to Ariadne. "You can pay me back later, if you want, or just consider it a gift."

"I'll pay you back," is her stern reply.