Kaede's flying with purpose. He has Information and a little artefact to prove his Information is correct. This will be grand. He's flying and he's grinning and life's (reasonably) good (terms and conditions apply).
He is not flying any more!
What the duck -
Having his momentum stopped like that: not pleasant. At all. Ow.
He is being peered at by a couple of young girls: one brown and human, one blonde and pointy eared. They start chattering to each other excitedly.
- in a language he has never heard before. "Erm. Hello?"
Blonde one goes and gets a book off a shelf and starts flipping through it.
...okay, he'll wait, then.
Then she makes some gestures and utters some more gibberish and says "Can you understand me now?"
"- yes. How...?"
"We summoned you!" says Brown Girl.
He blinks slowly. "You. Ah. Summoned me. Where?" And he metaphorically looks at the magic around.
"It's our room," says Brown.
There is a duckton of magic in here. None of it is magic he has ever seen. He is standing in a circle that is somehow magical, there are several objects that are magical but not artefacts, there is some ambient magic, and there is weird magic inside the two of them.
"I'm. Gonna need something a bit less local than this."
"...it's at our school," adds Brown helpfully.
Blonde puts in, "In the country of Esmaar in the world of Elcenia."
"And is this summoning, ah, spell of yours meant to import people from other worlds or..."
"Yeah," says Brown, "we're just going to show you to Nemaar and then put you back, don't worry."
"- I have so many questions I don't even know how to start asking them."
"Well we have to wait a few degrees before we get him anyway," shrugs Brown, "so we could answer some I guess."
"It's a unit of time," says Blonde helpfully.
"Okay. You did know about the existence of other worlds before, yes? Were you aiming? Had you touched my world before?" He tries touching the edge of the - magic thing around him.
The magic thing around him is not going anywhere no sir fuck you.
"Yeah, everybody knows about other worlds, but we just summoned somebody random," says Brown.
"What's this thing around me?"
"It's a ward in case 'random' was also 'dangerous'," says Blonde.
"It's a rather rude ward." What happens if he tries touching it with his actual non-metaphorical hand?
It doesn't hurt or anything, but his hand will not proceed beyond that point.
"Rude?" asks Blonde.