Lysonna stared at the girl, and was glad to hear that they weren't there for her or for her father, but why else would someone with a Hellhound for a companion be traveling around here? She couldn't be nice could she?<br/><br/>Lysonna's gaze moved to her phone which had said such strange things.<span style="font-style: italic">A winter storm headed our way? It's only early fall... The leaves have only just began their change.</span>These thoughts in mind, she pocketed her phone and looked at her pleasant little cabin.<span style="font-style: italic">Will you be able to survive such a storm, Dad?</span><br/><br/>"Well," she finally spoke, turning her attention back to the girl and the devilish dog, "you don't want to kill me, and I have no idea how to fight. What's say we team up? I won't be a total burden, I know plant lore... and I can cook," Lysonna offered, but to herself it sounded lame. "I'm..." she paused, and looked at the Hellhound.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, she has a Hellhound, so she won't think I'm crazy, right?</span>"I'm Lysonna Dyminesk, a Half Elf."<br/><br/>Having said all of this, she hadn't moved, and waited for the other girl to approach her. "I think I know some place that will be able to weather the storm. A mansion. And maybe the owners would be willing to help us out."<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/>The shadow leading the support group zoomed ahead, past a vampire and a human scout, into the mansion, and up the stairs to its master. Unknown to it, someone was following.