Noxaura shook her head at this strange dragon, watching as the scenery changed to a lush forest.<br/><br/>Now that he was in a human form, his movements were ten times easier to read, so spinning away from his embrace was easy and in moments she was behind him. It took but a moment to shove him through the portal as he took a step forward.<br/><br/>She followed after a moment later, turning towards the portal. The droplets of blood began swirling faster and faster, the portal getting smaller and smaller almost turning into a mini blood tornado, gently drawing it towards her. With a squelch and a suck of air the portal winked closed. The tornado came to rest and calm as an orb in her palm, clenching her fist closed, and when she opened her palm the blood had disappeared.<br/><br/>Turning around to face Astarot, she let her senses spread out around her, alert for any dangers, tricks or trips. Besides the nature that surrounded them and the heavy aura of magic coming from where Astarot stood she found nothing out of the ordinary. Though this did not stop her from activating wards on her person. Old habits had her preparing for the worst in a new and strange environment. She was a savage survivor through and through.<br/><br/>Walking over to Astarot she gazed down into this shadow riddled cave, the roots breaking up the light. Looking to Astarot she grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him towards the cave. "You brought us here. You can lead the way." And with that she was walking through the cave entrance, feeling droplets of cool water hitting her person, looking around at the intricate braids of roots, the place getting darker, but also holding natural pockets of light. "Exactly where are we Astarot? Where are we going exactly?" She wondered, not trusting of her surroundings in the least, focusing on the littlest of movements and noises.