When in Rome....ania. (Claire/Santa)

The sky gently peeled back as Santa arrived in yet another new section of the world of the living. Her aim a bit better this time as she wound up at the top of a building looking down onto the landscape below. She smiled calmly to herself, pure enjoyment dancing across her features as she began to scan the area, her pesquisa briefly pinging the area before she paused. A very large cluster away from the others? She turned, looking over her shoulder and briefly finding herself a bit.... surprised. Modern architecture was MOST of what she saw in the world of the living, it was just how things were these days. However, what she saw in the distance defied that trend.

Off in the distance, of all things she saw.... a castle! Not that she knew what a castle was, or that that was what the structure she saw before her was even called. But almost immediately she had to take a slow breath to calm herself, maintaining her focus as she tempered her own excitement.

Control.

Refocusing, she still didn't manage to expel the smile from her face as she promptly, vanished with a dull static flicker. A sonido to rapidly move in and close the distance with the massive place. Of course, she didn't make it all the way there, but with a few steps, she was.... albeit a little gaspy, but almost all the way to the structure itself!

"Hey! Off the road!" The voice JARRED her from her focus, moving quickly out of the way as a driver promptly rolled his eyes and kept on driving. "Damn tourists." He growled out of his window as he moved past, her brows furrowing a little. No matter how many years passed, she was NOT fond of how ....common spiritual awareness had become in the last couple hundred years. She missed the old days when she could explore quietly. All the same... she .... slipped away from the main road to the castle, making her way closer through the unbeaten path. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.

The going was .... considerably slower, but it wouldn't be long until she reached that castle, and she was already dying to figure out just what was IN such a place.

The rather abrupt appearance of the woman almost startled the woman from what she'd been focusing on! Before she'd had the chance to get her bearings, the woman was suddenly speaking to her. Her brows knitting together as she....stared down at the woman. At 6'2" Santa had a tendency to tower over most other women, but well, she was admittedly focusing on other things than the stranger's height at that very moment.

She glanced from the woman themselves to the castle out in the distance. [volor=goldenrod]"Visit you...... do you ..... live up there?"[/color] She asked with furrowed brows. Though when Claire continued to speak it only served to cause a bit more surprise in the arrancar, her head tilting to the side, her antlers almost catching on some low branches. She was being called beautiful? However, the mention of eating her caused her eyes to narrow. A hollow knew better than to simply let that sort of thing go. Between that, and that suspicious niceness, Santa was promptly suspicious. But she didn't let it show too much.

Rather, she curtsied slightly and responded. "I am Santa Estallar. An Arrancar. I was simply curious about the building there. It seemed so different from the human places that I'm used to seeing." She explained calmly enough. She seemed lax, though her guard was still very much up. As if expecting to be attacked suddenly.

Santa paused for a moment at that, furrowing her brows just a little as she took a glance to the castle in the distance. But she was already a bit on edge. The air around them growing thick as bones and fingers slowly grew from the nearby trees, curling and digging into the bark as the Garden responded to her unease. It wasn't made by humans? Her curiosity did rise, though she began to feel it bubbling up inside of her. Panic. Danger. That amplified sense of things slowly beginning to sharpen as eyes and ears began slithering their way out of the surroundings.

"If you own the place, you probably don't want me muckin around it, homegirl. I make a bit of a mess." She murmured, recognizing her own ....issue as she focused, causing those fingers to dissolve into nothing. Though the extra sensory organs remained as she kept that bit of paranoia in the back of her head. "IF you're not human, what ARE you?" She asked, ignoring the comment about a bath. She vaguely recalled hearing about it among humans, but she didn't actually know what such a thing entailed, but it seemed to generally be a private thing. Not something she intended to intrude on.

Santa frowned just a little. "I don't know what a Sueki is." She finally admitted, clearly asking for an explanation. She did run into the various flavors of human, but she hadnm't the slightest clue what those little differences actually MEANT.

However, that Sentence caused a sudden blink from Santa. The woman....furrowing her brows just a little before her shoulders slumped. And the garden twisted. Blood bubbling up from the ground and the trees as bone slither from the ground and twisted into deer-like skulls, slowly coiling from the fleshy mat of the garden and twisting to stare directly at Claire. That sentence managed to successfully shove Santa's mental state into a calm, relaxed one.

One where she was no longer restraining her Garden. And those twisted bodies leered at the red-haired woman, clawed limbs spilling into existence as bone and flesh sprouted all around them. Trees made from the bones and ligaments sprouting like pale white vines as well as a small pack of those ghoulish wendigos.

"I feel alright I guess. If you want we can go to the Castle." She murmured, seeming entirely compliant, and even WITH the shift in the garden, the grisly Deer seemed more intent on keeping an eye on the woman than acting at the moment, as if guarding the woman that had been shoved into that dull passive state.