[center][h3][color=mediumpurple]Mila[/color][/h3][/center]
[i]It's okay... it's okay... breathe. This is for your family. Family... family...[/i]

[color=red]"Ya alrigh' 'ere, miss?"[/color]

Mila was brought from her thoughts by the sound of her guide. Bright blue eyes shifted over to the voice. A young man, probably too young. Wide eyed and freckled with dirty clothing. The man who she could only assume to be his father worked on the rowing while the boy mostly gave directions. Regardless, the boy was as cute as a puppy... in a weird sort of way.

Putting on an easy smile, Mila responded. [color=mediumpurple]"Don't worry, dearie. A lil' water isn't gonna scare me."[/color] She held a light drawl, voice naturally a bit deeper and huskier than you'd expect a woman to have. But, it was what she was born with and besides... she definitely knew how to work it to her advantage.

She watched with an almost predatory glee as the young boy flushed. She leaned back in the boat, satisfied with the reaction. Even IF she was an older woman by some standards, she still knew how to make the boys flush. And the boy's father? Now THAT was hilarious.

As it seemed, the older gentleman was a... frequent visitor to her place of work. And she vaguely recalled him being quite... intoxicated and usually making quite... lewd gestures towards her and the other dancers. It seems he remembered too if his inablility to look her in the eye and his 'kind' insistance that it would only take half-price to row her to her destination.

[i]Sometimes I love being me,[/i] She thought casually. She wasn't being narcassistic, simply... thankful.

But, she didn't have much time to relax when the father called out, [color=lime]"Land up ahead!"[/color] Mila immediately straightened, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward as she looked towards the island. The island that would hopefully give her what she desired. What her family needed.

[i]Stop the problem before it arises.[/i] Those were her thoughts as the feelings of worry crept up her spine. If she kept said words in the forefront of her mind, she's sure she would do fine. Hopefully.

The next few minutes were a blur. They arrived on the island and she could faintly recall her instructing the pair to wait for her. She took a second to familarize herself with the solid ground before marching with determination towards the cave. Well, more like a temple surrounded by ruins but who was she to judge?

Regardless of any skepicism she might've had earlier, being around such history and mystery did catch her attention. Such unfamilar territory was enough to send a shiver through her body. She was excited. Genuinely excited. Whether it be for the prospect of the wish or just the excitement of something NEW for once. She wasn't sure. But, she also didn't really care.

Unable to stop the soft humming that betrayed her excitement, she jogged through the temple in order to reach the mental. She kept repeating the wish in her mind, making sure she knew every word. 

[i]I want my family to have naturally long and happy lives. Protect them from tragedy until it is their time to pass. Please give them good will and good fortune... they need it. More than I do, at least.[/i]

Repeating it in her head, she thought she was prepared as soon as she entered the main room. However, she wasn't.

At all.

The light was just so... bright. It illuminated the room and, for some reason or another, Mila couldn't remove her eyes from it. Years of vigilance in order to remain steps ahead of grabby men made her aware of other people in the room. But, she didn't care. She just felt so... drawn... in.

[b]Shatter![/b]

The suddenness of it made her gasp, reflexively covering her eyes. But, it was only then, during the silence that remained afterwards, that she became very aware of... everyone else. It was... difficult to explain. It was almost like another sense. Just on the edge of her mind, she could feel these other people there, rattling around. She got this strange inclination from feelings and thoughts that weren't her own.

Hand going to her head once the first voice arrived, the two others that followed it made her take a few steps back towards the hallway she came from. [i]H-have I gone mad?[/i] That was her first thought, her left hand going to her head while her right moved to the skirt of her dress, gripping it firmly. At that point, a small part of her was glad she'd chosen to wear her casual wear instead of her 'work outfit/fancy-wear'. While the slit would've been nice, the length would've just slown her down. And at this point, she was pretty much on the verge of fleeing and not sticking around, her curious nature could bugger off for all she cared.