[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#663399]Annika Falling Star[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/72a11c854d8e3068f12194007d42ecd7/tumblr_pof946JgQS1v3phb7o1_400.gifv [/img][hr][b][color=#663399]Location:[/color][/b]  Limbo
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	Once the fog cleared, Annika could see the two newcomers clearly. One was dressed in very strange clothing. She had seen similar pants and long, dark jackets in her time, but the styling and material looked quite different to what she was used to. The shirt was nothing like she had seen. The creature that was there seemed to shift before her very eyes. Annika held caution still as she had never seen such an animal.

	A healthy curiosity had been instilled within her at a young age, but she became even more drawn to animals after her coming-of-age ceremony. This creature was no different, even if it looked dangerous in nature. Then the creature spoke, and Annika blinked in surprise. They sounded feminine and friendly. How odd this place was.

	Annika stepped back into a more relaxed stance, feeling these two could give her more answers as to why they were there. [color=#663399]”I am Annika Falling Star, and I do not know the person who sent me this letter. Have either of you had dealings with Stephen Strange?”[/color] She also had several questions about the necklace she wore and the cloak that never stopped moving. Although, it did seem to relax when Annika relaxed. What an odd pelt.

	In the distance, the mist shifted once more to reveal an enormous structure. It reminded Annika faintly of the tall masts she had seen in the harbour, yet this structure was unfamiliar. However, it gave them all a point of reference, and Annika fell into step with the other two as they began to walk forward. Now that she was closer, she looked at the creature again. There were horns on her head and a tail much like a lizard she had seen, but it was longer. An image of Onyare flashed before her eyes, and Annika stopped dead in her tracks.

	[i]No, Tsyoka'wehkowa… Look how they walk. Onyare crawls on his belly like a worm.[/i] Annika giggled for a moment as a memory of Akshótha filled her head. She closed her eyes, breathed, and opened her eyes again. Akshótha was right. The creature was walking and had spoken before. Onyare could not talk, and he preferred water as well, and there wasn’t a drop to be seen.

	Renewed in her strength, Annika began walking with the group again.

[hider=Translations] Akshótha - Grandmother (when referring to her)
Tsyoka'wehkowa - Raven. Grandmother's nickname. Could not find a word for crow, so the writer will be using crow/raven synonymously. Crow, for indigenous spirituality, represents: magical, fearless, adaptability, manipulative, wisdom, and transformation.[/hider]