Cassiopeia's View Fairwell Bucharest

Zeke, what a memorable name. Surely Krypton would be able to remember it. He turned down her offer of a home, though he spoke of 'someday'. When would that someday come? Krypton removed that thought from her breain, now was not the time to plan his arrival if it ever happened. The boy soon changed the topic, asking about the trees in the land. Krypton stared at her paws for a second, soon turning her neck to look at the ghostly outlined trees. She let out a breath.

"Locusts" she whispered, crucnhing dead soil beneath her paws. "They come and... eat all the plants" she said, hoping that it gave him a clear image. "They come in packs of thousands" Krypton continued, lowering her head to observe the ground. "Because of them-" she started out, looking towards Zeke. "We starve".