Leon had followed, and Azalea did find a great comfort in having him here by her side. This situation seemed fucked. Not normal, well… at least for where she came from. Everyone came from different places here, unless they were born to Mythris, and maybe this was something normal to someone’s land. But Moladion? The worst was a meteor.

Azalea turned her head to Leon just as he was almost about to run into her. His words were completely appropriate. She let out a big sigh. ”What the fuck indeed…I haven’t had the time to tell you about all the weird shit that happens around here…I am guessing you had the dream too?” she asked, poison green eyes catching sight of the stranger now, wandering. Ears perked, curious.

”Hey you! Did you have a dream about this?” she called out, leaning in closer to Leon in this moment. It was then her eyes were distracted once more to a desert mouse moving towards a crack that was close. Azalea feels a great discomfort. The dumb thing heads straight for the crack, and as Azalea takes a step back it then explodes.

Blood flies through the air and lands on Azalea’s face and ears. It is not normal, this blood. It doesn’t smell right, but she doesn’t understand why. Her face contorts with displeasure.

”What the LITERAL fuck was that? These cracks make you explode too?” she says while looking down at her legs, touch with small splatters of the blood. ”It doesn’t look right,” she whispers, her sharp features giving a calculating look, trying to connect all these dreams together and their meaning.