Immediately she feels her digital self compressed and pulled through space folding around her, like the crystal node stretches out into infinity like a singular point and shoots her along the curvature of the multiverse. A single point of light riding an arc across a void filled with glittering diamonds and she could swear she can hear
music blaring as she zips towards the majestic shape of the golden Citadel that hangs in the fulcrum between worlds. And when her avatar suddenly materializes she can tell she was somehow picking up sounds from her destination before she even arrived, for she finds herself in what can only be described as a throne room of sorts. High, curved walls filled with empty vestibules where a larger audience could find room rise behind her and to the sides, hundreds if not thousands of them. In front of her a wide approach of thin but somehow still soft carpet stretches out into a round room with walls of nothing but windows creating a dome that's only broken up by curved decorative struts.
And prominently in the center a large dais with strange alien plants on it's multiple terraces and narrow stairs leading up to a seat that's both throne and observatory. It'd be ostentatious if much of it's bulk wasn't due to telescopes, monitors and arcane-looking astrolabes arrayed around the elven looking woman seated on purple cushions. The blaring fanfares announce Natalie's arrival as much as they underline the woman's presence and very clearly aim to set a sense of importance. In case the room and the sparkling void outside the dome weren't enough.
"Welcome." the woman intones and despite the fact that she's a good 150 yards away from where Natalie appeared she can hear her perfectly fine, like her voice fills the entire room not with volume but sheer presence.