"Sorry?" Alexandria looked up from her ice cream, which she'd victoriously captured, only to see the strange guy -- Mani, the voice insisted -- step in between her and some woman in a costume. Her brow furrowed, but she got that strange sense that something wasn't right. The voice, the voice from her dream, Urðr, warned her, told her to pick up her things. Straightening up, her bag full of snacks mostly intact, she felt the sense of wrongness more acutely the closer the woman approached. The guy -- boy? man? eugh, gendered age designations -- though, he felt all right. He actually felt -- right.
The pale creature smiled at them -- an awful expression, her gums black, her teeth edged in red -- as she moved closer, and spoke to them in a language she couldn't understand.
Alexandria's eyes widened, and she surprised herself utterly by reaching for the young man's arm.
"Maybe we should go," she said, tugging lightly at him.
The woman's smile turned worse, and she let out a hiss before lashing out a chalky hand at them.