In the meantime, Damita was orienting herself with her surroundings, trying to piece together the nightmare that had plagued her for almost a decade. It had always frightened her, this dream, though she was never sure if it had actually happened. It always started in the middle of a battle and ended with her blacking out, having seen her own blood upon her hand.<br/><br/>She had never quite been sure why she was bleeding, or who had knocked her down – She couldn’t remember back that far and preferred not to. Cinnamon eyes finally opened, Damita having heard someone in the tent with her; fully expecting it to be Toho, she was a little more than shocked to find that it was a /female/ version of Toho, someone her age.<br/><br/>Wasting no time, Damita covered herself with the fur, blushing hard. She hadn’t quite realized there was someone there with her – How long had she been sitting half-naked in her presence? “H-hello?” Damita greeted, her voice unsure, the Spanish girl not knowing if this other spoke English.<br/><br/>