Who: Lirael and Jareth Where: Jareth's kingdom Warnings: Depends on how foolish Lirael is.. I'll update if needed!
Lirael was a little surprised at the suddenness with which she found herself in the goblin realm, or whatever Jareth liked to call his home. The comforting weight of her bells still hung on her chest, snug in the leather bandolier, and a cursory brush of her hand told her that her sword was still in it's scabbard on her waist.
She stood alone in a stone hallway. Splendid hospitality. Or did Jareth like to play with his food? She whistled a quick charter spell to locate North. The cardinal direction seemed a little hesitant to answer, and she had to call again to make sure she had it right. How odd. Once she'd gotten her bearings, she drew the sword and pointed at the ground in front of her. A murmured spell created a mark the ground that began to glow. She pointed East, South, and West, creating identical marks on the ground around her. With the final mark, the symbols connected and a glowing wall was created around her, a Diamond of Protection.
Safe inside, now, Lirael slipped into Death. It was different here, and the unknown was dangerous. Going past the First Gate would be suicide. She sheathed her sword and drew a mirror, one hand ready at the bells. The waters seemed to be quiet and empty, but Lirael couldn't afford to relax. One eye on the Mirror of Remembrancing, she sought to learn the past and secrets of this place.
When she returned to her physical body, she shook off the icicles. The diamond had held, but there was a small winged creature slamming itself against the barrier. She pulled the smallest bell from it's pouch and rang a high, clear note as she broke the diamond. The pixie fell asleep, dropping to the ground.
Lirael put the bell away and then started down the path with confidence. She knew where she was going and how to get there. She even knew the little trip-ups on the way.