She found herself on the doorstep of an old friend's house, scuffling her feet nervously as she braced herself to ring the doorbell. It had been a long time since she'd seen Tyven, and Altessa was unsure of how the other would receive her after such a long period of non-contact. Would she even still like her? Did the Jabberwocky still even have friends?

Her dragon nudged her back, prodding her foreward as her hand outstretched towards the door, making her run into it. She scowled at the black dragon who merely gave a shrug in nonchalance, and looked the other direction. It was up to her now.

She knocked.