caught in the rain, no piña coladas

The dreamwalker finds herself drawn in. Pulled in. Carefully doggy paddling, but there's a magnetism that she can't fight. Meadow couldn't and wouldn't deny it, though she trembles as she does. This was an adventure. She had gone on an adventure. It was an adventure that would make her brave and would make her strong. It's her job to be strong, to be brave, in situations like this... she'd brought it upon herself after all. Oh dear. Maybe talking to strangers wasn't the best plan anyway. There's no time for that thought now, as she's being pulled in, being pulled down. A room... what on earth? But then, it was hardly earthly, was it?

The cold is delightful, but it's too much. Too much of a good thing, Meadow tries her best to shake the water from her fur before it turns to ice on contact. Still, it doesn't stop the trembling. She approaches the guide's shoulder, but then... well, then the girl remembers that she didn't seem to want to talk before. Meadow knows what that's like. Not wanting to pressure the guide into answering any questions just yet, the girl steps up to examine the drawings. They're intricate, and anything that has this much time put in must be important.