She had changed. The warm hazel look in her eyes had matured. The aura surrounding her was different as well. Seeking her comrade’s presence Zara was met with a terrible reality. Fury and fear rose within her as she is unable to locate all of her companions. Phantom. Gone. Murph. Gone. Ginger. Gone. Bardex. Gone. Exo. Gone. Her jaw sets in annoyance. On sleek obsidian floors Zara walks out to the edge. Heels click in synchrony to the bracelet and anklet she wears. The crisp belle noise elicited from the jewelry is light and cheery, unlike Zara’s attitude. Obsidian floors stretch out to a magnificent view of hell. She is somewhere high up and wonders a bit if she should have asked Heather where exactly she would be dropped off. A breeze catches Zara’s dress briefly. Black and slit on either side to the mid-thigh, it leaves her back open from the waist up. The front of the dress ends in a halter top with a plunge. It is sleeveless and on her right arm is a gold arm band. Gold drop earrings set off her neck and flash from the light as she surveys her surroundings. A breeze picks up and tousles her curly hair which is down. Behind her is a massive pillared building that is formed from the mountain side. Her mind begins to race, who should she go to first? Then she is alarmed as she feels a surge in power, Shimmra, but she is unclear as to who it is. Suddenly she senses the change in the realms. Her whole being revolts against it and she fights to hide her aura and presence. Worried even more than before. [spoiler]Re-integration, so I'm going to let you guys decide who she should go to first. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Or maybe she is already somewhere close to someone. [/spoiler] [spoiler]That said I'm back!!![/spoiler]