"All right, Igneous, we're off the ferry. You can come out now," she said as she pulled her Cyndaquil out of her backpack. Igneous basically had to be dragged on the ferry kicking and screaming (or rather just picked up and held tightly) due to the fact that he is a fire type, and it's a well known fact that fire types despise water. The little fire mouse looked as if it was in shock from the horror of actually floating on water and being surrounded by nothing but water for the past few hours or so. It took a moment for Igneous to realize that he was on land again, but when he did he gleefully bounced around.
Alina smiled and stood up straight again to see where she wanted to go first. Even though there were only 4 places she could go on this small island, it was hard for her to pick. She was fascinated by the ruins. Turning her attention to the old sign labeled "ELEGY FIELDS," which also pointed to the direction the fields were located, Alina beckoned her Cyndaquil to follow her. She noted the change in atmosphere as she walked toward the Elegy Fields and shivered slightly, the feeling of dread getting worse and worse as she drew closer. That feeling was almost overwhelming now as she finally approached the edge of the gigantic graveyard. There were tombstones as far as the eye could see, and Alina couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid. She could have sworn she had seen shadows of things moving in the corner of her eye, but it was probably just her imagination. Her Cyndaquil tugged the leg of Alina's jeans, obviously wanting to leave. Alina's curiosity, however, was much greater than her fear. Not only did ruins interest her, but she loved ghost stories as well. However, she wasn't quite sure she would enjoy actually being in a ghost story. In fact, she was positive she wouldn't enjoy it at all. Despite her fear, she picked up her reluctant Cyndaquil and ventured off deeper into the Elegy Fields, not quite knowing what to expect.