In her haste, Siri waved brightly at Jadon as she passed. She was too singularly focused to remember that the Fae who frequented her tree could not actually see her, but too lighthearted a creature to be so truly distressed as to forgo a cheery greeting. "Oh, hi! Sorry. I waved," she confessed in a voice like soft summer, calling over her shoulder as she hurried down the hall. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the pearlescent feline tailing her.
"You're lovely!" She'd not seen either of the new guards in their non-human forms yet. The spirit seemed to think it imperative to comment before she rushed headlong through a solid stone wall to her right, hot on the trail of the thing that had been harassing her tree. If it registered for her that none of her present company could follow her in such a fashion, she paid no mind.
The hall was quiet where she'd vanished for a few seconds. Then, Sirikit staggered backwards out of the stone. Rather, the wall seemed to spit her back out. A loud wail keened from behind the stones, both sorrowful and suited for war. Siri's eyes were wide with shock. Stunned into corporal form, her back thumped against the opposite wall before she could steady herself.
"It kicked me out!" She exclaimed, flustered, her attention passing from the tiger, to Jade, and back again. "It's strong. And it does not want to be followed." This seemed to surprise her, though it hardly should have. "Whatever's behind that wall, it doesn't like sharing." Troubled, she pursed her lips. "Do either of you feel anything off? Anything other than -" Her lips twisted again, searching for the correct word as the otherworldly wailing quieted. "Evil." Aloud, it sounded like a terribly dramatic label, but any other description seemed inadequate.