[Gavial’s never been one to put much stock into dreams. They’re usually silly or frivolous and trying to parse out anything deep from them always just felt like a waste of time. Maybe sometimes they’d be good for a laugh if she could remember it long enough, but generally they’re out of her mind once she’s up and ready to tackle the day. So the dream greeting her now of worlds ending and strangers compelling her to make a decision an what to do about it doesn’t really mean much to her outside of it feeling kinda… weird.

Especially when she finds herself opening her eyes to whatever the hell this all is, covered in sap and cradled in leaves with a small chunk of what looks like Originium embedded the plant-like wall in the space just before her. Maybe it’s because this still feels weird enough to be a part of her dream, but something in her is compelled to grab it—what the hell can it do to her now, right?—and suddenly everything around her seems to come undone. The soft glow of the leaves go dim and the weight of the earth above suddenly comes pressing in, and it activates a primal need to scramble her way out as quickly as possible.

Maybe you ventured here just in time to catch a new arrival and come forward to offer a hand that she’ll instinctively grab to help pull herself up. Or maybe you just stand there and watch as this woman, both her body and what little clothing she’s wearing covered in sap and dirt, scrambles out on her own. Either way, once she’s sufficiently unburied enough that she can fully move, she’ll take a breath and give you an uncertain glance—and that’s all the warning you’ll get before she launches herself up to tackle you down into the dirt with her, tail lashing behind her in irritation.]

(ooc: preferably one person for this prompt, but hey im not gonna complain if multiple people want to wrestle the crocodile.)

[Once she gets settled and attends at least one get-together where the big shots rattle off a welcome to this strange new world, it doesn’t take Gavial long to start exploring the cities. Springstar winds up her first destination mostly by chance, but after hearing about what the eternally sunny city has to offer, her soured mood begins lifting.

Sure, there’s all the heavy stuff surrounding this whole world-has-ended scenario and these factions—and something about a war brewing? Whatever, it doesn’t matter; she can think more about that later. What she needs right now is to get her body moving, start shaking off some of that lingering weirdness she’s been feeling ever since she woke up beneath the dirt. And hell, there’s no better way to get her mind going than to get herself a workout first, right?

So it’s no surprise she winds up exploring the streets of the Psychagogía district with one particular destination in mind. Still, the city is wholly unfamiliar to her, and instead of opting to wander aimlessly, she’ll reach out to clap a friendly hand on the shoulder of one hapless passerby (no, she is not watching her strength, sorry buddy.) and offer a greeting of a grin and a question.]

Heya! Heard there’s some kinda fighting arena around this place—mind giving a gal some directions? [A beat follows as she gives you a quick looking over.] And whaddya say to a friendly sparring match?

[Whether you look strong enough to be fun to fight or you look like you could use some exercise to toughen up, she’s not gonna be picky.]

[The day after Highstorm’s own little soirée, Gavial takes to exploring the more somber city as well. She’s looking a lot more subdued than she had during her first few days here, the implications of this whole situation really starting to sink in.

It doesn’t help that it’s so damn cold in this city. She’s availed herself of a proper jacket and pants, but there’s a certain plain grumpiness to her features and the idle flick of her long tail as she explores the open parts of the gardens within the Greenwood Yards. It’s quiet and beautiful, and it makes a perfect place to hang out while she gets her thoughts in order.

Well, the quiet is a bit relative. Her wanderings have come to a halt along one path as a series of raised voices catch her attention. There’s a commotion in front of one of the nearby greenhouses, where someone (hailing from Meridian, if their clothing’s any indicator) is arguing with a pair of greenskeepers. There’s a lot of shouting, a lot of passionate swinging of limbs, but so far the whole scene has remained civil beyond that.

Maybe you’ve come to watch the unexpected show as well or are just passing by on a stroll of your own, but your presence nabs Gavial’s attention for a moment nonetheless.]

Hey. [One quick word to get your attention, then she’s nodding her head towards the unfolding scene at the greenhouse.] How much you wanna bet they’ll be taking a swing at each other within the next two minutes?

I’m down for literally anything. Find her at either welcoming party or just wandering the cities somewhere or DM me here or ping me on the discord (this is thirteen!) if you wanna plan something specific!