Later on, Aya would blame her nerves on why she was so jumpy. She gave a little yelp when she heard a very clear, very masculine voice coming from the dog.

[color=mediumspringgreen]"You talk,"[/color] she said dumbly. He very much spoke english, and apparently had the voice of a middle-aged man. Go figure. She'd been expecting this, but… actually she had no idea what she'd been expecting. Suddenly awkward, she looked down at her feet then back up to the dog. [color=mediumspringgreen]"It's, um… Aya. Not girly. And we'll be ok –"[/color] she hoped, [color=mediumspringgreen]"nothing can hurt us here –"[/color] she prayed. 

Aya spun towards the crying sound. It seemed like it was on the same level as her, just through a few walls. Uncertain, she looked down towards the dog and then up again and took a tentative step forward. It wasn't actually necessary to walk in the spiritual realm, but Aya found the routine helped to ground her as she navigated her way closer and closer towards whomever it was.

Soon enough, Aya came upon a girl around her age, but oddly… childish, for some reason. What was odd though, was that instead of dark and starlike, like everything in the physical world, she was in full color. It was almost as though Aya were looking at her through a veil however, and she appeared more washed out and fuzzier than she ought to be.

[color=mediumspringgreen]"Um… hello?"[/color] she tried calling out.

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