So continuing on with a mixed reception, I assumed that many of the people around here were... well, they had never seen a slime before. It's been a while since I last talked sense, right? "What, you haven't seen a slime before in your lives? Amateurs. My name's Vermont, surname Orwell." I said, smirking and finally attaining a still form. No longer was I forming ripples and making myself look like a disturbed individual. Considering barely anyone's faces were moving like they had been frozen for months, I looked at the phoenix who seemed to be the boss of the group and ended up agreeing at his decision with hesitation. I was a foreigner around these lands and would likely need a guide... only God knew what poisonous and deadly beasts roamed around Gaia. Seriously, with all these plants and dirt, I'm surprised we hadn't been tackled by some giant snake yet. The ambience around here was creepy, being quiet and not as mechanical as Zephyre...

Did I forget the overwhelming sense of awkwardness? Seems as if I accidentally dropped down to a rag-tag... bunch of rats. Things felt rather edgy when we were all confronted by some mad-man of the group, and the fact he pointed out how by chance supposedly everyone met each other by falling out of the sky. "Well then. Our entrance wasn't original, but at least we have the excuse of a giant city above our heads." I looked up into the sky, but it seemed as if Zephyre was the size of fly. I didn't know we were that far up from the ground... for the time being, I didn't really need a cloud over my head - this place had plenty of shade and was misty enough to shield against the sun. "Uh, anyone willing to be a guide around here?"