Things only continued to get stranger and stranger, huh? It’s not OFTEN that you happen to run into somebody else, smack dab in the middle of the woods. Seldom without a gun and visible hunting garb, at the very least, anyway. And while the puzzling cowgirl lacked any camo on her person, the twin pistols were very much so existent; just buried beneath the thick cloth.
Ray might as well have unknowingly crossed an invisible boundary- a border. One minute the bot had been living in reality, and then the next? She practically sets foot directly into Wonderland, as...
Well, she’s just met Zora Salazar. Any preconceived notions of “average” or “abnormal” have LONG since been tossed into the deepest, nearest lake.
And as if on cue, to PROVE that very fact, the pealing sound of laughter, raucous and bold, fills the air between them.
Not as a form of MOCKERY, however. No, of course not! Someone in Ray’s position might have expected that, so naturally, it had to be the opposite!
... Or, so it would seem. Zora wasn’t about to be explaining herself anytime soon, and that was a promise.
“”Late”? PSH-Naw! I’d say I’m
Then, without hesitation or warning, she JUMPS.
A fall from THAT sort of height would SURELY result in some broken bones- a sprained ankle or two at the very least. Anyone not the least bit acrobatic or accustomed to dangerous stunts would be in for a world filled with achy knees and stabbing pain for who knows how long!
Good thing, then, that before she’s even halfway to the ground, she inexplicably.... stops. She HOVERS in mid-freakin’-air, a not-so-distant
occupying the dead air with.. no apparent source? The sound could be coming from here, there, EVERYWHERE?
Zora doesn’t really care to give Ray any time to figure the answer out for herself. She’s talking again, standing on absolutely NOTHING as confidently as one would stand on a perfectly sturdy platform.
“I just so happened t’be campin’ out, in these parts, when I noticed YOU walkin’ on by! Wouldn’t say I OWN th’ place, but even so, I don’t mind sharin’~!”
In the time it took for her to speak her mind, however, it became clear that, no, she HADN’T outright paused. She’d merely slowed down her fall, somehow. Her harsh descent had magically turned into a casual, steady drift down to the ground.
“Nice t’meet’cha, Ray! I’m Zora! Zora Salazar! How’re you doin’?”
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