{ @longrxder started following you }
After years of not visiting the surface, Mera had forgotten just how...dry deserts were. All of the surface world was dry when you were accustomed to living beneath the sea, of course, and yet, these deserts with their endless sun and relentless heat were orders of magnitude beyond. Had she not had good reason, she would not have ventured to this place. “The Southwest,” it was called. It lacked the charm of Sicily, its people far gruffer and hardier than most.
And far less friendly towards strangers, as it turned out.
Or perhaps she had simply been lucky.
Regardless, the men who thought that it had been wise to attack her were certain to think twice next time, as she dragged the man who had proclaimed to be in charge across the dry, barren land. To a diner, past scars still lingering from the Crisis that had so changed the surface since her last visit. The door flew open at her touch, and she stepped inside, relishing the cool air as it washed over her, her eyes closing briefly at the immense relief that the shelter provided.
Her moment of peace was just that, however, and within seconds, she pushed forward once more, still half-carrying, half-dragging the unconscious man with her. Gaze sweeping the room, Mera finally laid eyes on what she had come for -- the distraction that had taken her away from the true reason behind her journey -- or, rather, whom. A woman, skin pale, and hair as white as ocean foam, positioned far from the entrance.
“I believe this belongs to you,” Mera noted with only the barest hint of humor, as she lifted the man with ease, showing him to the woman he had identified as the true leader of their gang, before releasing her grip, and letting him fall to the floor with a dull thud.
She did not take kindly to being attacked without provocation.
