Out of all the many holes on the rocky walls, Black Zircon emerged from one about seven feet above the ground. She drops down falling on her hands and knees, staring at her hands on the dirt ground almost blankly. She then turned her body while still on her knees to look at the hole she had just come out of. She had no idea why she came out of there, let alone who or [i]what[/i] she is that had come out of there. Not to mention why. She slowly got up to her feet as she looked around this fog-covered canyon. Another thing she doesn't know. This place. 

She brought her dirt-covered hands up and looked down at them, wondering even more of who or what she is. She awkwardly tried to wipe the dirt off her hands. As she finished she noticed the loose sleeves of her long jacket. She grabbed the left one with two fingers and examined it. It felt rather quite comfortable. It reached down and covered a little bit of her hands but it gives her hands a lot of free space to roam around in. Quite comfy. So comfy.

Zircon finally started walking around as she continued to look around a bit. She was walking slow, but her footsteps were somewhat heavy. Not extremely heavy, but like a little heavy with those dark brown boots of her's. She approached a big rock and sat on it. Now she just sat there, looking at the scenery as she waits for something to happen. If something will happen that is.