Rosiel stared at the woman before him. He had watched her turn to face him, and when she had fully turned, he stopped dead. It was Faye, most certainly, but she seemed unnatural. Everything about this place, in fact, seemed unnatural. When Faye had stepped into the sand, the sand did not cling to her wet feet. Her skirt, even the part of it that had touched the water, was not wet.

Faye had said, ""I am afraid this was my last resort. I am sorry for bringing you here, but my healing was turning out to be far from strong enough for you. With Keovari's help, I may have been able to get you on your feet... Hopefully he will catch up to us," before Rosiel looked away from her skirt and looked at her face.

"But for now, welcome to a portion of my subconscious," she finished, still looking at him. The expression on her face was indeed apologetic, but at first, Rosiel didn't understand why. What she had said earlier was confusing him.

With Keovari's help, I may have been able to get you on your feet.

The Angel looked down at himself. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him, aside that he had a small amount of sand on his shoes. That was another thing that was unnatural about this place. Why was only Faye "protected" from the physical elements in this place? He looked back up at her yet again, staring blankly. Faye was smiling softly at him in return, and said nothing.

Rosiel was actually begining to get frightened. He didn't fully undstand what was going on, nor why he had this odd feeling of urgancy when there was no obvious danger to him here. He looked up at the sky. The beach was rather light, warm, almost sunny light, but he could not see a sun. To him, the sky looked cloudy and cool, like winter. He realized that he wanted to see it this way, for some reason, as a warning. But then, something seemed to say, "No, it's not like that."

The clouds cleared and a bright, happy sun appeared in the skys, the warm rays touching Rosiel, Faye, and the beach.

The Angel's eyes widened and he backed away from Faye, or the woman who claimed to be Faye. He glanced back at the sky, and its sun, then back to Faye.

Sky.

Faye.

Sky.

Faye.

The sand. The ground.

He looked down to see a hermit crab crawling over his boot. He bent down to look at it. The shell was a cream-like color, with light brown and black stripes running across it. It was struggling with the glossy surface of his boot. Rosiel watched a pale red claw emerge from the shell, and pinch his boot. He didn't feel anything, but he kicked his foot.

The hermit crab flew up into the air, claws and legs flailing. It landed upside-down in the sand, and desperately tried to right itself. The Angel was going to move to help it, when it righted itself, and continued to crawl along, as if nothing happened. Was this normal for such a creature. Not being an expert on Hermit Crabs, Rosiel didn't know.

He looked back up at Faye again. Her smile seemed to fade a little, and he wasn't too sure of the emotion underneath the remaining smile. Was it concern? Fear? Anger?

Or maybe he was imagining it.

He knew she had noticed him take a few steps back, and he took a few more steps back.

He remembered that Faye was a water elemental, but he didn't remember how he knew this, or when he had learned it. And to his knowledge, no water elemental was able to create such an illusion.

He was quite sure it must be some kind of illusion. He didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't ignore the overwhelming feeling of urgancy which obviously had nothing to do with the present situation. And he now noticed that he felt cold, and damp. Rosiel shook his head and decided that this was not the time to concern himself with the cold.

He took another step back, and gropped around for something in a pouch on his belt.

After a few seconds, the Angel drew a rather powerful handgun.