A new land. This one, not so isolated. Rushing waterfalls crashing down upon the world, and Honoka stares down into the pit below.

She will have to learn the passages up and down these falls, memorize them so well that she can run them in her sleep. For now, though, she merely takes note. This is what she has always done: observe, note, classify. She does not know if this is where they will be staying, not in truth, but she has little else to do.

If she stays sitting still for too long, she will go insane.

She mutters the notes of the land under her breath, passing each one in turn. This way, a path downwards. Will the low grand be advantageous? Defensive? The pools, a danger or a boon?

Too much to consider. Her nostrils flare. Another approaches.

Honoka's head jolts up, then slinks back down again as she sees Apple. "My lady."