She could hear a sound different from the winds. Quirking a brow, she looked around herself. Nothing...? Daza looked a bit puzzled and wondered if all of the time she'd spent out here was beginning to get to her and make her paranoid. No, there wasn't anything. Nothing. Carry on. She hadn't even thought to look to the skies, though, and hadn't noticed Tarik's shadow as he flew above.
Continuing forward, however, she didn't get very far before she watched a dragon land in front of her. Stopping, wondering if she was truly going mad, she blinked for a few moments, just staring at him, unimpressed. You're just tired. You need more water.
Daza tried to continue forward, but she only brought herself closer to this dark creature. Then, she felt something. No, heard something. Did the thing talk? No, she hadn't seen it move its mouth at all. Where had that voice come from, though? You've seriously gone mad, she told herself, trying to walk right through the dragon.
Utter shock took her face, though, when she bumped into the creature instead of walking right through him. Ah. A dragon. Just a dragon. Yep. Right here in the middle of the desert.
"Did you...?" she began, pointing at the dragon's face. "Hey, y-you can talk?! Wait, say something else!" On the inside she was in a panic, but she tried not to let it show, tried to remain calm, but her composure was slowly cracking. Oh, GODS! It's a dragon! He's going to eat me! I'm dead. Dead, dead, dead! Oh, stupid girl! Now you're never going to make it there! Or at least not in one piece!