Amelia had wasted very little time on surprise upon finding herself in Aifaran. As natural as such a reaction might be, it accomplished very little. And Amelia was nothing if not practical.

No, instead she had spent long enough at the dreaming bridge to ascertain that lodging had been arranged for the night, and then she set off for the city. She moves briskly through the crowds, making use of a sturdy parasol to prod her way through when the people ahead of her fail to move fast enough. The shadow follows after, mimicking her gestures.

It wasn't Cairo. But it was something new and interesting, and Amelia was hardly about to let such a small matter as falling into another world prevent her from having an adventure.