After that, she uses the scroll to open the portal to bring herself to the place where she is supposed to meet the planar shepherd and steps right through, using a spell to make sure no nymph can follow, definitely not wanting them to come along for this one.
Chroma is rapidly whisked into the dimensionally piercing spell whose manifold functions summarized are simply to take her to an exact location without error margins. This being the Astral Plane that men’s crossing almost indefinable distances across the malleable plane. From where Chroma arrives she is in situated on a teleportation circle lined by great statues of stone, astride one very small platform of liquid slivery material lit brightly like the moon were underneath it. Somehow it retains a solid nature allowing the mare to stand on said liquid silver even as it flows.
Standing inside the large circle but upon a pedestal exactly like Chroma there stands a unicorn of aged grey tinted metal, wearing naught but a highly ornated robe made from expensive materiels and clearly covered in fine spellwork to make the wearer both protected while retaining the ability to adapt to any plane’s own native elements to a great effect. Furthermore Chroma can feel the enchantments are of such degree it would take profound magic to create one, let alone the many this unicorn’s mantle of power holds.
On that note the unicorn is holding a very deep bow with his eyes closed but also gazed onto the ground. It seems the planar shepherd is not aware that Chroma arrived without fanfare.
<Scene Change To Canterlot, The Palace>
Deep in the secretive depths of the heart of Nostria, in the darkened interior of the chambers where The Empress herself resides...in that depth under the covers a large bulk of form slowly awakens. A heavy eyelid shifts up to let the ruler of an empire know that her dreams have faded away and allowed her bride to pass into the night's other parts. As such the insectile creature of equine morphology slowly cranes her neck from where it lies enjoying the plush nature of her pet's latex form, very slowly guiding her head to peer through the many drapes to look at the risen sun.
It seems her daytime princess has been busy some time now. A glance downwards reveals that her form is curled around her much smaller pet, a possessive cuddle if there is one. And with a faint feeling of amusement The Empress notes that her dream, which she enjoyed vividly, reflected in her ovipositor's movements as it appears to have painted her pet's underside a thick purple of her Royal Goop.
