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*Coming over the first few sand dunes, with little care of the grains working their way into her shoes, Kalie's foot prints kept in a steady path then stopped a few inches from the surf. The last few becoming nonexistent as she dropped down, and pulled her knees up under her chin. The surf just close enough to lightly lap at her boots, but not enough to soak her to any degree.*

Torment stumbles forward as he crosses the sands, passing under a fallen section of the conveyor belt. He seems to have calmed down, but he now holds a perplexed look on his face. Where the molten rock meets the sea steam rises around an extremely odd looking plant that seemed to grow out from the meeting here. Three entirely different things coming together at one singular point. A pounding headache began to wrack his brain as his mind began grinding away, equating these symbols with images from his past, dulled from his vision. Vague faces shrouded by darkness filled his mind, but they meant nothing to him...

Tor reached out to touch the small plant, but with his dulled senses and pounding headache his hand came near the molten rock, causing some wrapping that were on his hand to combust. He threw himself back as he thrust his hand into the water, but not before flames of his own broke out over his body for a brief moment, engulfing his hair and surging over where the fluffy puffballs should be on his head. Once his arm was out he noticed his hair seemed to be on fire so he darted out away from the beach, lava, and plantlife to dive into the waters.

As Tor plunged into the waters the majority of the flames were not extinguished. The puffballs and his hair had been put out, but the aura of immolation that surrounded him still burned, feeding not off the physical world like a normal flame, but born from his soul. He started thrashing around wildly as he sank underwater to put the flames out, but with no luck. In his panic his two great wings flashed into existance from his back, creating a blast of steam for a brief moment as the flames cooled and stopped relying on the material world. He couldn't understand why the flames wouldn't go out, and combined with a splitting headache and the taking on of water, he might not have to worry about it too much longer, the thought of drowning coming long before burning to death...underwater.

Tor was flapping and flailing rather erratically, but as he continued taking in more and more water he became slower and slower. As Kalie neared him he caught a slight glimpse of her and his headache doubled in intensity. He stopped altogether, trying to hold his head together, as if in fear of it splitting in half. His wings were straight back, but flexible, perfect to grab onto.

Tor wasn't struggling any longer, just trying as hard as posible to keep his head from splitting open.

There was only a split seconds notice as the water was split asunder as a pale green and white object darted into the water. It wrapped around the two and with a powerful tug the two flew out from the water, aiming to land on a squishy pale green-white pillow that groans alot.

The pained groaning continued from under the two as the creature seemed to be continually flattening out and becoming wider and wider, like Jell-O or something melting. Tor remained unconscious, but the blob couldn't stand it anymore, he started shoving them off as he tried to pull to one side to literally pull himself back together.

When enough of him was back in one pieces a gurgling pained voice spilled forth from within, "...Is Mistress OK? Master can heal easy, but Mistress?"