Burn the remains? Were they going to burn everything? Did the fire just involve dangerous things? How could something dead be dangerous? It reminded song a bit of one of the things she was told while being trained in their home country. Their magic may be common for their people, but it was something they had worked for. If you knew you were going to die away from a base, a 'desert ghost' was supposed to make sure their remains would be too destroyed for enemies to find out how to duplicate creating the magic. Was there something dangerous about leaving a targets dead body intact? Of course, it wasn't her job to question why they did things. This wasn't just a normal job where she could touch and ask to her fullest desires. There was certainly more order than the girl had really dealt with since leaving home. Off the job, her activities usually involved reading, or training. Nobody set her bed time but her, nor the time her eyes shot open in the morning. Her thoughts of wonder were not connected to even the slightest thought of not obeying, for she was an obedient soldier when it didn't go against her morality. One of the things that made her so curious was a lack of understanding of the world of sight. Color was a concept she would never understand, making terms like 'yellow' or 'red' pointless to her. She couldn't see just how warped everything looked in Tsak Ordahic. While she could smell things, the fire and smoke from that fire clouded it here, making it harder to feel how tainted the area was. The very thing she had thought of using earlier to help her see was one of the layers of poison and infection from this land.
It was hard for her to understand how dangerous the poisons were, despite having read about the mission and the things they would run into before hand. If she did comprehend it, then she would have better understood the burning of the tree, why it had needed to be sealed after, and why their leader had told them to burn the corpses of their enemies. This made it a very good thing that the younger of the two Taleas was the sort to always follow orders. She didn't need to fully comprehend just how much deadly poison was around, nor understand just how dangerous and warped everything truly was. She was raised to not question or think deeply on a lot of things. For military training that was to lead her towards obedience, but at the orphanage it was to protect her from realizing just how terrible the world was. There was a strength in that, making her less afraid to jump towards danger. What would happen when something happens to make her realize just how deadly the world could be? That hadn't happened yet so far, so there was really no way to tell. She hadn't taken the finishing move on the beast that had jumped at her and been attacked by Mura. Why? To her, your prey was your prey and taking it from another was undermining them. It was a strange unspoken thing that she shouldn't have learned from her military training, but had. As desert ghosts were trained to take each enemy they took down without aid. What good was an assassin who couldn't tell what's flying at their face, hide in the sands, and take down their target on their own? But she was still a child, one that never took on the training that would have completed her transformation.
She might have been more strong then the current her if she had, but it also would have meant the removal of identity. In any case, she burned what she had killed, watching the heat of the embers creep and move across the corpses. "Why are we watching out for mushrooms?" The young girl asked, fully intending to obey the call. At least what she could make out wasn't limited to where her eyes could gaze, even if it didn't involve all the detail in the world and having holes. "How dangerous are they?" It felt weird calling mushrooms deadly. They were normally only dangerous if you were stupid enough to try to consume a poisonous fungus. But she was starting to get bothered a bit by how much she was missing, it was frustrating and upsetting to be caught off guard as well as not understand something, especially during an important job. She was more than okay with going after the fleeting figures with their leader. It shouldn't have improved her mood when 'not flying' was mentioned, but it did a little. The figures had been easy enough to follow, though the talk of a lake distracted her. A lake? She sniffed the air, trying to get an idea for where it was. Would she be able to tell what part of the landscape the 'lake' was? The air was stale, giving no breeze that would have helped make the water move enough for her to tell... Then again, shouldn't a 'clean' lake not look clean? In her home, it was said that water was rare, and any bodies of it should be treated with caution.
At the least, a clean lake in the middle of an infected area made no sense to her. Should she attack the figures? They were enemies, so why not? It wasn't until Yuzuki spoke that the arachnid started to realize their leader had meant that the lake was fishy. "The most effective traps are ones that are hard to spot, then the targets walk to it without knowing. Fresh water in an infected area really seems like it would be a worse sort of trap than any of my spells if it is one." At least none of her trap wouldn't make people believe there was safe water and hope where there wasn't any at all. What should she do to help? None of her spells were really good for tossing at an entire group and stopping them. Her traps were traps, not bombs. Bombs would be cool though? She needed to learn how to craft bombs, or make spell versions of bombs. Thats right, if she could explode them then they wouldn't be able to get to the water. The leader had the cool earth shake stuff, Yuzuki had that beam thing, but song just had a lot of single target weapons and traps that needed to be set, thus could not be tossed. Maybe she could throw weapons? That's right, a few good hits might make them less eager to try to get in the water? But would it be bad if they got in? Where did the lake start and land end? She stilled her eight legs a bit in frustration a bit, tapping one foot a bit before taking out white spider silk then weaving it into a spell. The sharp star was tossed at one of the enemies. Being unable to see them, she had no idea of their decayed state. To her, it looked much like attacking a strange acting person that used no words.
At the least she was aware that normal people didn't act like that, so the enemy wasn't that. The small flat bladed star shaped holy spell exploded on impact, though not a strong enough explosion to hit more than one at a time, nor to blast them into literal pieces.