where the hell have you been, loca!?

Fuck, no shortage of the kids had wandered north after the trembling night and with little thought, her steps trailed after them over the borders, a face pulled at the red sky overhead, and the strange darkness that seemed to cling in the atmosphere. It all seemed to match her mood perfectly, if she was honest.

As she got closer to the cavern, familiar scents criss-crossed over the land. It seemed many had been drawn to the area to try and figure out just what was happening, and one of those scents stood out over the others. It took a lot to drag a smirk to her lips these days, but this tipped her over the threshold... Perhaps she wasn't a wraith quite yet.

As the strange... rocks? cenotaphs? jutted from the ground, she took a moment to consider the strange etchings at their feet... the effigies carved into their faces far from peaceful. A brow quirked as she considered, drawn from her pondering by movement up ahead.

Mindless of the tension those that might still give a fuck might harbor, she closed the distance and nipped at a pale hip in familiar greeting, noting the way the earth softened under her paws. Odd.

"speech"