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A task for Medea and a Portal. Now why was that scenario so very familiar? The war chieftain held her pendant tight in her hand as she made her way to the cavern with all of it's many portals, her face a blank mask as she strode along, trying too hard not to focus on all of the eyes she could feel watching her, burning into her, staring at her taint, her disease, her weakness. Eventually she couldn't help herself anymore and she glanced down at her arms, readjusting the shoulder high and fingerless glove that covered her right arm completely, pulling it down slightly to hide most of her hand so that only darkened grey fingers peeked out. Her hair was tied back in one long braid, most of the grey hidden by intricate weaving, though she was very much aware that by doing so she had left her face bare, the grey that had spread across most of it more then visible. She had worn her only apparel that covered her mid drift, the red dress she had altered after prom, and boots made of soft suede leather up to her knees, their bottoms heelless.

She was hiding her body, hiding what she could no longer bare to have everyone see, their silent judgment weighing her as the voices niggled at her incessantly. But if this was to be a new chance to prove herself, to show that she could perform her duty when required, that she could listen to her own voice and no others, then maybe if she could get through it things might be better.

Easier said then done.

When she arrived at the cavern it was to find another horseman jabbering away to a soldier and to a less then steady stream of other horsemen entering and exiting on various tasks. "Mmur?" She called out, not really sure who it was that she was looking for beyond a name and the knowledge that he was from famine. Her wings ruffled up uneasily behind her, and her golden eyes darted around the room, watching everyone, knowing that they were thinking ill things of her, that they would come to harm her if given the---

She shook her head, clearing it of the dark thoughts that were constantly trying to overtake her now. When they were through with this she decided that there were people she needed to speak with. Those that she would consider her friends.

There was one that responded to the name she had called out, the one that had been chatting rather a lot to the soldier manning the portals. She inclined her head to him in return, the look she returned to him carefully blank so as to not give away her thoughts, or how very badly she wanted to step back away from him when he approached, something inside of her telling her that she should not trust him, that he might be lying about who he was, that things were not always what they seemed.

"You as well." Her voice came out much louder then she intended, and she closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to calm down, to just ignore the voices and the foreign feelings and get through this one little thing.

The war chieftain just shrugged, eyes moving off of Mmur and towards the portal. "Yes, I suppose we should." She murmured, then turned on her heel towards it while still listening to anything else he had to say.

"Yes, I believe I have seen shops before. Trinkets and gems were on display beneath glass boxes. I have never really seen the merit in such things, but we shall have to do as Medea wills, yes?" Even if it meant losing herself to the insanity yet more? There was a chance that this was another test, another task set to weigh what she had learned from the last time.

At the edge of the portal she stopped, gazing at it with golden eyes, shifting on her feet, her wings twitching behind her and ruffling slightly to show her sudden unease. But he was bidding her to enter, and she simply nodded, steeling herself before plunging through with her pendant still held tightly in hand.

On the other side she appeared in what seemed to be some sort of dark and dank alleyway. A light rain fell from above, more of a mist then anything. At the end of the narrow space between buildings she could see light, though it was dimmed by grey clouds. Humans wandered by the entrance, many dressed for the weather and holding umbrella's in hand, or with rain jackets and hoods pulled up over their heads. She really had no idea where in the world they were, though the ground beneath her appeared to be of cobble stone. Through the gap at the entrance and across the street in a small concrete and cobbled area she could just make out what appeared to be a large clock.

With a shiver from the cold rain she turned and waited for Mmur to emerge, not wanting to slip on her own pendant until he arrived so that he would not mistake her for a human right from the start.