After some gentle bullying and strong-nudging, Tidal Terror had gotten the likes of Spectral Escape to take over for her for hopefully the short time she would be gone. He was also the one who would be the quickest to alert Parrot Head once she returned. Even Tidal Terror knew what those two were up to with each other, and she was happy for whatever relationship they seemed to be pursuing, as on-and-off again as it seemed to be. None of her business, though.
She did ask around before she left, inquiring of the kiokote and kimeti she knew about the obelisk. Some had dreamed about it before, and guessed at general directions. It wasn't much, but Tidal Terror would have to follow that and the murmurings about the Motherfather's guidance until she would find what she was looking for.
Every night after her first steps away from the beach, she feared more terrible dreams. But they never came. While a totoma who usually knew what she was about, she couldn't make up her mind on if it was a good sign or not. Her belly never stopped that low ache in the meantime.
She trekked on, guessing her way and following gut instincts that she had no basis for. Tidal Terror had been trained to fight, to protect, to read weather patterns and body language, but something would tug on her hooves on this journey and she would have no logic for why she would follow along. It left her unsettled. But she did not stop, and she never thought to turn back.
After dreams like the ones she had recently, she never wanted to give up again. Her belly told her that something terrible would happen if she did, and on top of that, her honor would be at stake.
Eventually, she found an area that she swore matched what she saw in her initial dream of the obelisk. As she pushed on a little further, more and more seemed familiar despite how she had never been in the area in her waking moments.
Until, of course, she saw the monolith itself. Part of her wanted to run the moment she caught sight of the obelisk, and another part was ready to heave. But she stood steady, like a proud totoma should.
No one ever trained her for the moment her dreams bled into the real world, and what that could mean for other dreams she had as of late.
Maybe coming here would help stave off the nightmare about her tribe.
Unlike the dream, there were none of those kin she had seen before.
Instead, there was a lone kimeti she did not recognize.
At the moment, she felt relieved to break the deja vu and get to meet someone new.
"Well met!" Tidal Terror called out, her voice booming but amiable as always. "I see I am not the only one visiting this strange landmark this day."