The smoke that stung her eyes clouded her vision with tears but the strange images swimming in her head were of an entirely different beast. And yet, they were still unclear. A dense wall of slate grey dominated her sight, a thing not entirely different to the thinner swirls of smoke that rose from the sage, and with the grey the overwhelming feeling of fear and despair, but what did it all mean?

Surely her sight wasn’t supplying her with a weather forecast? There was nothing to fear in fog and yet she curled her body into a ball, tears rolling down her cheeks that were not entirely born of the sage.

“I…I don’t know. It’s so dark Meer,” she let out a sob, her head aching from the pungent smoke, her body beginning to shake.