Emory led him through the streets, towards the gates of the city. He held tightly to his weapons as he followed her. She thought he was watching her, observing her, but it didn't bother her. It wasn't surprising for someone to observe another when trying to get to know them. Likewise, she noticed how many around them pointed at him, staring at the tail that swayed behind him as he walked. She'd noticed it--it was hard not to--but she didn't feel the need to stare at it.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but wonder, though, why it had showed up now? She was quite certain that she would have noticed it before if it had been there. She had read that some elves had tails, but there wasn't a whole lot of information on it, so she had little to base any conclusions on. All she had to go on, for now, was her observations. She had a working theory, but it wasn't much, and she had little proof to back it up, so for now, she'd avoid too much speculation.<br/><br/>She led him out of the gates and into the countryside. There was a mountain to their immediate northeast, which Prometheus stared at for a moment. It had many names, depending on who you asked. It was hardly important, though. What was important was the fact that it was a dark place where most dared not tread, and for good reason. It seemed as though the mountain itself was alive with evil and malicious intent. It was a blight that most people tried to avoid even thinking about. A place where light and good died.<br/><br/>After a moment he changed his focus to the opposite direction, to the vast expanse of forest. In contrast to the mountain opposite it, it was bright and alive, beautiful and inviting. From what she'd read, it had once been home to woodland elves, who had once welcomed all visitors, including humans, with open arms. How she would have loved to visit that place, to meet them. It was impossible, of course, all things considered, and rather disappointing, to be quite honest, but it was reality.<br/><br/>She noticed something on his features and she thought, for a moment, that she saw a hint of sorrow in his eyes, but if it had been there, it quickly vanished when he turned his eyes to her. She focused on leading him onward to the spot where she had found him. "<span style="font-style: italic">Here.</span>" she pointed to the spot. "<span style="font-style: italic">That is where you landed.</span>" she said, stopping just shy of it and looking to him.<br/><br/>There wasn't much of anything to show that anything had happened. The grass laid down just a little more than that around it, but otherwise it was almost as if nothing had happened. There was, surprisingly, not indention in the ground, no crater, no blood, nothing. Perhaps, though, he would be able to find something, some traces of magic or something that she couldn't find. After all, she was just a human. A very observant human, but a human nonetheless. There were things that were beyond her, including magic, and she had no problem admitting this.<br/><br/>There was, of course, also a possibility that he wouldn't find anything at all, although she hoped, for his sake, that this wasn't the case. She knew he must want some answers,  and she hoped he would find them. Naturally, she was also curious for answers, as she was curious in general and she now felt somewhat vested in him, in his well-being, and helping him in whatever way she could. But mostly she wanted it for his sake, because she knew that, if the roles were reversed, she would be desperate to find answers, to figure out how or why she was in such a strange place.