[h1][color=sienna]Ursula Elwyn[/color][/h1]
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Ursula's focus had already shifted to searching for any Denizens that may be around, out and about. She never knew what to make of the Denizens, in any sense. Sometimes they seemed like they wanted to help in some fashion, other times they just seemed like they wanted to avoid her at all times. This Denizen, or Aggressor, she wasn't even sure, had a very different method to avoiding her and her company. A very collaterally destructive method at that. It was worrying to say the least, if it could cause that much movement just by [i]hopping around[/i] then Ursula could only shake to think of what it would do if it were allowed to run around the City for any long stretch of time. With a slow flex of her fingers, Ursula concentrated on feeling out her link to the ground beneath her feet, closing her eyes to listen to the low rumble from within this dream earth. She only wished she could hear this in real life. So calming, like a voice calling out to her. Soothing her and drawing her down where it was safe. Such a lovely ambience.

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The crack of the pavement beneath her broke her from her slightly meditative trance. With a sudden movement she turned slightly as she was addressed directly, a boy speaking in reply to her earlier statement. He began jogging off in pursuit of the goatman and looked back at her, inviting her along. With a nod she pushed herself into a light jog to catch up to him, skirt and decorative fabric flapping slightly as she gained speed. With every step, a small plume of dust billowed out to be only slightly larger than her foot, as she displaced small amounts of dirt with every placement of her bare foot. She turned to the boy, and greeted him as they moved. "We probably shouldn't pursue too quickly, who knows what kind of dangers this thing might pose. I think we should just observe from afar for now, and make sure it isn't doing anything [i]overly[/i] concerning. Hopefully it just ends up looking for some grass to eat or something. Do you think it has a problem finding horseshoes out here, what with having hooves and all?" Her thoughts spilled over into her opinion on the situation, coming out as a slight ramble but overall getting her point across. She adjusted the fabric around her head and neck, pulling her hair so that it sat correctly alongside her face in one large forelock.