[h3]Alasayana[/h3]
The hunt begins again - Unknown room
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Really, maybe she would have preferred to stay dreaming...yet all the same, consciousnesses would soon flow into her mind once more. A voice, calling for help. At one point, the cries of someone asking for help would be all she needed to assist someone, so long as it was a heartfelt, truthful plea, she would never turn down someone. Even now...who would she be if she didn't accept. She didn't know these things of course, as in the moment she remembered nothing as she floated there in that cool wet, embrace.

So she would find herself standing in this hexagonal room, the ceiling seeming quite high to one of her stature, but that was less important than everything, and everyone else in the room. Inscriptions. Ancient, from the look of them. Rings upon rings steadily becoming larger as they extended outwards. Whatever did they mean? Hm, she was no scholar but she couldn't help but to be curious. But...who exactly even was-

"Mhm..."

Memories. A desert. Warm and inviting. Harsh and unforgiving. A jungle. Wet, muggy, and filled with so many beautiful plants. A number of faceless people. Beasts hunted, large and formidable in stature. Corrupt humans, muderous or wishing harm upon the innocent. Criminals, hunting and giving judgement from divine. Try as she might search her memories, however brief she did so, she had no idea how she got here, within this room. Annoying, really. Did some other deity pull her here somehow? She didn't feel anything evil or worthy of - 

In fact, she felt...rather weak, come to think of it. Well this was disturbing. Did some trickster god steal her strength? Sap her of her divine power? Hm. She was busy thinking, she didn't entirely see the fool attacking what was likely the only person that could give them answers. If it was her old self, she could have just jumped in and handled it herself, but it seemed as though another had that covered already, so she would take a more defensive posture.

"Hmph..." Alasayana would approach the sleeping girl as that weird looking one would block the blow from the irritable looking man. Sleeping on the cold hard ground like this could not be comfortable, nor good for ones health...so instead she'd give her what was obviously going to be the best bed of her existence. The four furry tails that extended from her waist would wrap around the girl, gently enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I don't know you, but know this - I will not abide you or anyone else attacking an unarmed civilian. If you wish a hunt to sate bloodlust or anger, there are plenty of beasts out there I am sure."

Ah, she felt so naked without her sword. Tsk tsk, and she couldn't feel anything about this place either...just what had happened?