Where she wakes up:

A bed, which would seem huge and magnificently cozy if the one she fell asleep in hadn't been bigger and cozier, in a room, which would seem decadent and luxurious if the one she fell asleep in hadn't been Tanaikon's best guest room. It shows signs of occupation, and not by her; the clothes she sees are unfamiliar in style and significantly smaller than she could possibly wear. But whoever else is staying here, they're not around at the moment.

What.

What the actual fuck.

At least she didn't fall asleep naked, this time, that would make this even more awkward than it's inevitably going to be. Also, what the actual fuck.

Did she get kidnapped again? For real this time? Only why would she be in a room filled with someone else's way-too-small clothes--seriously, what.

For lack of any better ideas she pokes her head out of the room and looks around.

The hall is dimly lit and foreboding in a way that's somewhat at odds with the opulence of the visible decor. There is no one else around.

She's starting to suspect that the relative coziness of the beds isn't the only reason one might prefer to be on the Howling Mountain than here. But she still doesn't have the faintest clue what's going on, so she steps out into the foreboding hallway and starts walking.

The first person she runs into is a slightly nervous-looking servant who addresses her in a completely unfamiliar and unrecognizable language.

...She doesn't really expect him to speak Nathuremi or Ansati, at this point, but she tries both.

Nope.

He attempts to indicate by gesture alone that he's very sorry for the inconvenience and would she like to come this way please?

Yeah, sure. She's not without misgivings but she is without better options, so.

He leads her to a faintly ominous sitting room and scurries away.

The styles of architecture and furniture here are just as foreign as the clothes. She is very, very far from home.

Yeah.

"Tanaikon," she says, because she isn't sure if he can hear her from here but maybe he can, maybe he'll show up in a gust of wind or a crash of lightning and everything will be fine, "I woke up somewhere strange and vaguely ominous and there was someone who looked like a servant who didn't seem to speak or even recognize Nathuremi or Ansati. I'm very confused and more than a little nervous."

No answer.

Well--he said it takes a while to get anywhere on the wind and lightning is conspicuous. There wouldn't necessarily be an answer yet anyway.

Yeah.

A different servant enters the room. She beckons for Siva to follow her.

She gets up to follow her.

"Tanaikon," she mutters under her breath, "there's another servant, now. She's taking me somewhere else. I still have no idea what's going on." Talking to him makes her feel a little better, at least, and it can't hurt to give him more information.

The second servant takes her to a different part of the castle, where a... non-servant, that much is discernible from posture alone... is sitting at a window, looking out at an utterly foreign city.

The servant announces their arrival in a soft voice and gestures for Siva to have a seat at the small table there.

Siva sits at the table. She continues quietly describing things.

The non-servant turns to look at her with an expression that indicates it would probably be appropriate for Siva to stop talking to herself and pay attention.

She was paying attention, thank you very much, but she stops talking for the moment.

The lady nods acknowledgment.

"A morhiari mi Tairasante. Nuimena e kolith amai?"

"I have no idea what you just said," she says in Nathuremi, and then repeats herself in Ansati.

She nods.

"Kelora," she says, gesturing to herself, and then she waits.

Well, that's reasonably straightforward. "Siva," she says, mirroring the gesture.

Another nod.

There's something kind of familiar about her. Her posture, her expression, the tangible weight of her attention...

Huh, kind of reminds her of Iri. Way younger, of course, and they don't look very similar, but they do have a similar bearing.

And now she seems to be waiting for something, though it is not at all clear what. She doesn't seem to expect it from Siva, whatever it is.