Arrival: A

[Here she thought she was sleeping in a too big bed, after reading a text about magic (as you do). But the dream...it reminded her of New York and the voice...

She hadn't had a dream like that in a long time. Her eyes snapped open, and she felt...wet on her back? Her bed felt harder and deeper then usual. Blindly, she groped around for a way to get up and...

There was an unholy shriek as she accidentally turned on the cold water.]

Why is it so cold?!

Arrival: B

[Later, after she had dried off and gotten her feet under her, she could be found in the kitchen, having found (or bought) a coffee maker for use, taking out a great big mug.

Finding someone new coming through the door, or someone she'd spoken to before, she did the same thing: she saluted them with her mug, and took a sip before saying:]

So. Having a good day?

[She's fully expecting to get glowered and sworn at.]

Ashes, Ashes CW: violence

Get- off-my-boot! Git!

[She feels, rather then hears the crunch under the force of her foot slamming into...something. It felt roundish? But thankfully, it let go, and backed off.

Though it meant that she overbalanced, and fell into the ash up to her hips, her hands on the ash. She huffed, and shook herself, even as she moved to prop herself up and back onto her feet.]

I've never been so glad to find leather boots in a grocery store, even if it's cheap leather.

[What she doesn't see is the movement behind her. Likely another, or the same, Ash Shark from last time. Persistent little things.]

Wildcard

(Feel free to hmu on any of the prompts, or something new! You can pm me on nammah if you have any questions. Short of who/what Sokie is: she's a very old magic user who's just come from a place that had people turning into monsters/witches. She's very disappointed this isn't home.)