The name of the township by the school echoed in her head, as if it were distantly familiar. Like the spells. But it might be nice to pretend this world was her own briefly, even if this was a land where dragons were much more dangerous beasts than the one she knew and loved to play with, and there were no Hiccup or Liberty keeping her company.

"Merida. Of Clan DunBroch," she says as she takes the gentleman's proffered arm. "I'm not uncomfortable per se. It's just... odd. I seem to be experiencing things in the reverse of what you are. I know I'm not of this place, but the spells and details of this world feel like their things I'm familiar with anyhow. Like I can sense another me that never really shot a bow, but did charms that create arrows that fire on their own instead."