Deianeira:
After the strange encounter with Seraph, Deianeira returned to her room and dressed herself in a red gown. In a castle like this, her warrior attire would not fit well.The lingering memory of Seraph and the mysterious resemblance to herself in that painting, stuck in her mind.
But she could not do anything about that now. The only thing she had left, was to try and regain her godhood, and possibly return home to her family. But she hoped to stay in this land awhile, it was quite intriguing.
Entering the main hallway of the castle, Deianeira thought she would seek out the Goblin King. Trying to remember which way the throne room was, she merely kept walking straight.
Finding what seemed to be the entrance way into the throne room, Deianeira turned the knob. Alas, she was correct. The Goblin King was seated upon his throne, peering into a crystal. She approached him . . . .
Jareth:
Upon hearing the soft brush of approaching footsteps, Jareth looked up from his study of the crystal to see Deianeira approaching. Straightening in his throne, Jareth let the crystal disappear in his gloved hand."Hello, Deianeira. I trust you are feeling better?" Though his countenance was perfectly placid, there was a hint of sadness to his di-colored eyes as the once-goddess approached him.
Deianeira:
Deianeira approached the throne. She noticed a sadness in the goblin king's eyes, and she wondered how someone could be so unhappy living in a world like this. Of course, she too missed her place among her family and gods, but this place was more magical and wondrous. "Much better . . . I never apologized for my rather . . . unexpected way of dropping in," she said with a bit of a laugh, "But as you see, there was no way I could of avoided it."Standing next to the throne, Deianeira did not fear this King, as she suspected many do. "I met your daughter Seraph in your gallery, she's a wonderful girl, you are very lucky." she added, but did not want to tell him how upset his daughter had been, after the strange resemblance she had of her mother.
Jareth:
Jareth smiled slightly as Deianeira mentioned the circumstances of her appearance. In retrospect, it had been rather . . . humorous."Yes, I am lucky Seraph has decided to stay with me awhile. She's rather independent. She gets it from her mother. But I could not ask for a more wonderful daughter." He signaled for an idle goblin to bring a seat for the lady. It complied post haste, not wishing to incur the wrath of its master, scurried out of the chamber, and shortly returned, a chair in tow, and placed it next to the throne.
"Won't you please have a seat?" Jareth said, gesturing to the chair.
Deianeira:
Deianeira seated willingly next to the King. Her eyes met his for a brief moment and than she turned away, as if she was afraid he would read her thoughts. "So,tell me about your world. Have there been any other from the outside world enter here?"
Jareth:
Smiling, Jareth leaned comfortably back into his throne, intently regarding Deianeira. He was puzzled by the persistence with which she refused to meet his eye. "My kingdom is the Underground. It consists largely of the Labyrinth itself. If you should care to see it, there is a magnificent view from these windows." He gestured with languid grace to the large windows on either side of the throne room. "I was taught that an very distant relative of mine built the Labyrinth to protect his subjects from the advance of the ungoblin world whilst we were still part of the Aboveground. My kingdom extends a little beyond its borders, and encompasses a few villages, some expanses of nothing in particular, and to the south, the cliff face that leads to the sea. As for visitors . . ." the smile on his lips curled even more deeply. "We've had our share of visitors from the outside world. When the Aboveground was a younger and more superstitious place, it was a goblin's lot to steal away the unattended and unloved children of the humans, and to leave a bratty little changeling in its place. Now the Aboveground believes itself grown out of its silly superstitions, and the goblins, I'm afraid, for lack of activity have become a trifle idle. Of late, however, there have been an extraordinary amount of visitors, most seemingly without knowing how they came here. It's rather . . . disturbing." He sighed wistfully.Brightening, he cast Deianeira a sidelong glance. "I don't suppose you should like a tour of the Labyrinth?" he proposed.
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