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her own tail echoes the stranger's, easy friendliness set on her features. despite the subject matter at hand, the destruction that lay spread all around them, she is glad all the same to see another. he's certainly interesting looking, too—as if a fire was set on his crown, fading to ash and smoke down the rest of him. "it's horrible." she comments, a little subdued, though she can't quite believe that this destruction is everywhere. it must certainly end somewhere, and she'll find that place. 

"and it's all because of the shaking?" it was hard to miss, though she'd yet to experience the kind of quakes that had set of volcanoes, levelled territories and cleaved through stone and earth.