Who: Lirael and Jareth, in a manner of speaking What: Having a laugh at the Goblin King When: Afternoon Where: Starts off bouncing off Lirael's windowpane
Things, King Jareth decided, were not going particularly well. He flapped through the air, skimming trees and ducking powerlines as he went. The details of the backfired magic was something he could not be bothered to remember as he flew and here was a flicker of gratitude when Lirael's place began to come into focus. He could probably roost there for a while.
But how to get in? His magic was locked in this shape and knocking would be moot with his tiny claws. He did a few fly-bys, far enough away to not be caught, trying to figure out if she was in and where she was.