... it smelled like rust.
Well, maybe it wasn't the right word, but... Efina had been pretty confused by everything since she'd woken up. Alone... kind of. The small dragon let out a soft huff, ruffling the white hair of the girl currently giving her a piggyback through the strange surroundings.
She'd woken up, alone and confused on a shaded woodland path--save for the sharp, pointy... thing (stake, she'd been quickly corrected) that had been clutched in her hands. The stake that had soon began talking to her, changing appearance to a young girl with really big-- well. It had been a lot to take in, staring at the haughty girl that introduced herself as a 'Stake of Pergu....Pergay......'-- a very grand word that failed to fall from Efina's tongue in quite the same way as her's. Her name was atan, though, that much she'd been able to pick up.
Once it had become apparent that her explanations of this place (Roku...Rokenju....Rockinjukebox?) were going right over the smaller girl's head, she'd stopped with an abrupt sigh. The abridged version was a bit easier to follow, summed up in two simple facts. Whether she liked it not, the young girl was now Satan's 'master' and she was here to participate in a 'game'.
There was still plenty about it she didn't understand, the word 'master' leaving an unpleasant feeling in the dragon's stomach, like eating bitter truths. After some bickering, they'd managed to settle on 'Lady Efina' (when really, Efi was all she wanted--!) when the scantily clad demon had informed her that her new home was not far off and that she would escort the smaller girl there.
Cue more bickering over Efina's request for a piggyback (a noble piece of furniture and she was reducing her to some kind of baysitter!) before the two set off and the young girl was left to stew in her own thoughts.
Teo wasn't anywhere. Nearby, at least -- he let her go play alone, but he'd never left her alone on purpose before. She wasn't necessarily worried about his safety (too much) but...
There was something else that had been bothering her too, a niggling, uncomfortable feeling. Pursing her lips, she wiggled forward slightly, resting her chin on Satan's shoulder properly before finally breaking the silence between the two.
The stake looked at her new master from the corner of her eye, eyebrow raised before turning to face forward again, a slight smirk lighting her lips.
"... Lady Efina is just as beautiful as Lady Beatrice."
Well, it was definitely a lie. One that hurt! She had plenty of growing left to do!! And yet... looking around curiously, Efina saw nothing. No monsters, small and cute, muddy or horrendous... absolutely nothing. Not a single lie. Her stomach growled, just as dismayed by this revelation as the rest of her. What was she supposed to do, though? Lies were the only things that filled her up... and what would happen to liars when she couldn.t eat their lies?
While the dragon muddled through this dilemma, Satan stopped abruptly, causing her to peer over the stake's shoulder curiously.