The thin veil of haze hung in the air in what seemed to be a perpetual miasma that would cover the hills eternally. Gentle steps crushed the slick grass beneath the boots of the woman walking through the hills carefully and her eyes aware of all movements.
The aura of the world around her was solemn; the quiet held little in the way of true noise and her breath added a counterpoint to the silence as she sent soft small wisps of mist flying from her face.
Marie continued on, her wanderings of this new plane were showing Imythess to be a place where reality was not always knowable and dreams were just as real.
What would she find here? That would be a new question and a new quest.
She paused as the fog shifted, something was coming. She stood ready for anything, "Who is there? Identify yourself!"
Shugri was riding her faithful steed and companion, Shal-um (or Fuzzy Butt, when she was teasing him), a horse-sized fuzzy spider, over the Gray Hills at an easy pace, a small swarm of spiders following them, like a mother duck leading her children, only far more numerous. She was a young orc, but she was the size of many race's adults, despite only being a teen herself. She wore only simply leather garments, with a spear slung across her back, all of her belongings and gear fashioned from bone, wood, leather, and the like. She was interrupted from her leisurely stroll by the sound of someone demanding that she do something. She looked around for the source, and noticed a lone woman. She waved genially, and called out.
"What hyoo-mun want? Me Shugri, Shugri not know word, 'eye-din-fie'? You friend?"
As she waited for the answer, many of the swarm of small spiders that followed her approached closer to the stranger, clicking and staring in curiosity at the woman.