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Leila considered the following several minutes the lot spent together in the cave to be rather enjoyable.

The dragon that many of the others once spoke of with great fear turned out to be...much less than fearsome. A little likeable, even - she thought as she happily twirled her hands in the air and allowed the vortices that formed nearby to cause the little snowflakes to swirl around a few times in unpredictable little loops before continuing their fall, meanwhile Leila being very much unaware of the tantrum the little dragon was throwing in close proximity, and the reactions of her fellow Lost Souls.

She found the sound of the continuing rain to be calming somehow, despite it being the results of a weather dragon being very upset. She enjoyed watching the individual flakes fall, in their winding, downwards paths through the air, some landing on the floor and some on her clothes and skin and soon melting from the warmth of her presence. Snowflakes are objects of intrigue, both in mathematically, physically, and aesthetically - snowflakes were very pretty. They were too small and fell too fast for Leila’s sight to trace their shapes in their flight, but she got glimpses of each unique, hexagonal contour of the tiny water crystals once they landed, just moments before dissolving into their environment. She just stared, with the jumping figures and loud yelling and talking of the other humans in the distance, out of focus. Even the sudden roar from the baby dragon that blew several of the nearby humans off their feet didn’t disturb Leila much. She didn’t really mind the dropping temperature either, although it was already way lower than the isolation her clothing provided could put up with, and she was already shivering.

People were laughing, prancing around, tripping over and falling on the slippery cave floor; echoing the chaotic patterns exhibited by the falling flakes and droplets that Leila was watching. They spoke, perhaps joked? She paid no attention to the content. Hakuren talked a lot, although out of context she couldn’t be sure what he was talking about. Yet somehow she liked it. This whole scene - as messy as it looks - carries a sensation that was almost completely peaceful. No fears, no worries, no sudden life threatening scenarios - just the guides and the humans and the fluffy dragon and the cold and the falling rain. She was still shivering, but somehow she enjoyed this. Leila hoped that this would continue for a while longer - as incompatible her personality was with the act of hoping - and as much as she rejected the idea of an eternity of any sort, at this moment, she would say that she wouldn’t mind if this carried on, forev-

[b]“not a good idea...if you all sleep in this freezing atmosphere, there’s a good chance you could [i]die[/i].”[/b]

I don’t -

[b]”Hide hide hide hide!”[/b]

Wha -

Before Leila could react fully, she was grabbed by the arm and lifted back onto her feet, and the soldier half-dragged her along with several others to a secure area behind what seemed to be an extrusion from the cave walls that formed a visual obstacle that hid them from the pair of figures advancing from the distance. Their coarse, foreign voices echoed through the caves, the content of their speech being casual and lighthearted, yet an undeniable sinister undertone persisted. Yet unaware of the danger and peeking out from the edge of the wall of rock, Leila had a glance of the two pale faces with dark, hollow eyes - before being jerked backwards back into their hiding place by the nervous soldier, and signaled to not utter a word.

[b]"This just took a turn for the worse. Stay still, everyone. Those ... creatures could kill you with a snap of their fingers,"[/b]

And at the point, all the fears Leila ever imagined about nowhere seemed to have just came flooding into this scene.

[i]...please don’t kill me.[/i]