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Lots of shit like this where I came from. A delicious fact! Makara's eyes widened imperceptibly, but they were hidden behind the smudged lenses of her glasses. She had grown wise enough in her years of travel to know when not to pry, but she desperately wanted to pry. Forget the strange subliminal terror of this place - clearly this strange man possessed some kind of experience, some kind of knowledge that she did not. Oh, she wanted to peer inside of his head so badly. "And where, exactly, do you hail from? East, west...?" She asked, unable to resist feeding a bit of leading information. Makara wanted answers badly.

The younger girl seemed nervous and out of her element. That was fair, there was certainly nothing familiar about this place, but perhaps the tales of an experienced traveler would soothe her! "Oh, yes, I've traveled far and wide. I've explored plenty of ruins - above and below ground - but I haven't seen anything quite like this before," Mak admitted. "That's to say that this isn't perfectly normal! There are all sorts of strange natural phenomena. Phytoplankton that come alive in the tides, creating sparkling waves that defy natural light. Crystals that grow in fantastic patterns, deep underground. Gems that are only formed beneath the earth's crust and its greatest pressures. These are all natural, yes?" She added, hoping this might soothe the poor girl.

Just then, a strong wind whistled through the land. It caressed each crevice and hole within the spires, creating a haunting sound that echoed down to her bones. Yes, this certainly inspired terror. Perhaps the girl was right to be afraid. "Landslides..." she said, quirking a brow at the stranger. "You're lucky to have made it here in one piece. I'm Makara, and you two are?" The albino addressed them both with a flourish of her tail. Screaming winds, dangerous red light - this was just another adventure, right?

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