She wanted to leave. She didn't want to be in the Horde anymore, the only problem was that she didn't have anywhere to go. She needed somewhere to go; somewhere that isn't with Adora or the Horde.

Though, lucky for her, her friend(?), Double Trouble, knew just the place; and they'd bring her there, for a price.

With an eyeroll, she paid the reptilian shapeshifter, and a few hours later, she stood at the very bottom of a cliff, a few hundred feet above them was...whatever was up there; she didn't really know.

". . . Is something supposed to be here, or?"

She asks, slightly annoyed, but Double Trouble just continues to smile confidently, and after a moment, there's a flash of light and an entrance appears in the cliffside, leading into a dark and seemingly endless tunnel.

". . . ! Was that...like, magic, or something like that?"

The magicat asked, staring into the darkness of the tunnel. Magic wasn't exactly...uncommon, per say, but it still surprised her.