[Zhaneel's progress on two legs was slower than most because, well, she'd been walking on four legs for her entire life up until just a short time ago when she'd been transported here and shape-changed from gryphon to human. She'd examined the dining hall and the lobby, but hasn't seen the assortment of color in the Grand Ballroom until now. She stands in the doorway, holding tightly to the doorframe to maintain her balance as her wide golden eyes take it all in.
She pads into the room on bare feet, oversized tunic hanging off her shoulder as she reaches for one of the plastic eggs. She picks it up and, bewildered, turns to the closest person that just so happens to be Gold.]
They are not real eggs? [Her curiosity is entirely genuine.]
Ballroom
She pads into the room on bare feet, oversized tunic hanging off her shoulder as she reaches for one of the plastic eggs. She picks it up and, bewildered, turns to the closest person that just so happens to be Gold.]
They are not real eggs? [Her curiosity is entirely genuine.]