Hex yawned, her eyes heavy and dull. "What time is it, anyway? Feels a little early." She commented, her voice slightly slurred from drowsiness. She looked around for a window, before realizing she was in in a cave. "Huh. Well, I guess we gotta go on that mission, huh?" She started up her wings, and soon, they were flittering rapidly, creating a slight, quivering shimmer in the air. The wings picked her up, displacing air from under her, and she fluttered up.

Hex followed Terra and Anthony into the cramped, cold cave. The close details of the dream were already beginning to fade, as was the warmth in her face and the growing sweat. It involved fire. She always hated fire. It had plagued the young combee her entire life. Even in the forest, fire types were always trouble. They would show, their white hot flames flickering, and start a growing dry fire in the area. It always took the combined efforts of some water wild pokemon to stamp out the fire, dousing it down and scaring away the troublesome fire types. There was always that crispy, bitter ash smell after the fire that she despised. Her hate for fire didn't help when she was weak to it. The slightest ember, the closest flickering flame, and her wings would be set alight and burned to a blackened, charred crisp. Fire was always a problem. It could set the hive alight, or it could damage the soldier Beedrill, or it could cripple a scout, or it could do something even nastier. She continued on down the cramped cave, forced to fly low in order not to hit the stalagmites hanging off of the ceiling. Terra seemed to know where she was going, but Hex had no idea how she managed to get through all this hard stone and rock. Jagged and rough edges covered the walls and ceilings, dangerous to anyone too big for the small tunnel. Water dripped from the roof of the tunnel, coming down in steady drips, the sound of the [i]clink[/i] echoing down the otherwise silent tunnel. There was a soft, dull footstep, a wet cough, and occasional shuffle. It was rather awkward in the cave, having to huddle low to avoid the cramped walls and roof. 

"Pretty small tunnel." She commented, trying to break the silence. "Is there something else in here? Feels like there's something else in here." A low, gristly hum filled the cavern, like a white noise. It was like something was growling.