Her accent is odd. She pronounces her vowels strangely, and draws them out slightly, making what she says seem somehow more important. You notice that her hair is not silver, as you had thought, but a deep gold, and her eyes are actually a sort of silver. It must have been the light. She grins at you, her plump, freckled face lighting up with her smile. "Throughout... dilinoel... time! I have picked up many names. I use many of these frequently, but I won't bore you reciting them all. You can call me Someody-or-Other. Everyone else does."

She smiles again, her fiery red hair nicely setting off her bright green eyes. She looks rather imposing, a tall, stocky figure. How could you ever have thought her hair was blonde? She continues. "If you think I'm strange, well, then, you don't have to look through my world. I will be continually making changes. If you have any... osido'elmondisi... onsi... comments! that's the word! feel free to leave me a note here."(((Broken link, sorry! Will fix.))) She points to her desk. "Or if you just want to leave your mark, you can go here." She points to a heavy book. "Just be warned that my world has a mind of its own. You may explore this little realm of mine as you please." She starts to leave, then stops. "Siti! Some of the beings you will meet will speak Onelunoel. It's the language here, but most of us speak English as well. Excuse my little lapses, for I am not used to English. Farewell, and twaiel."

She smiles once more, her dark brown hair and eyes making her look older and her lean frame and tall staure making her look quite regal. She laughs at your confusion, turns into a small silver dragon, and flies away. You hear her voice echoing back to you: "It's my world, so I can fly if I want to."

You see several doors. One says, "The Wolf Pack."

Another is labled: "Inhabited Wing."

Still another reads, "Portals."

A small, half-enclosed room bears a sign saying, "Maps."

A small sign on one of the walls reads: "News."