She sits alone, hands
resting gently in her lap, looking round at the bare featureless room
in which she was told to wait. She doesn't know where she is. Nor
does she know how she got there, who brought her or why. She'd
attended an incident, an imbalance, done everything she could,
followed the protocols to the letter. Her hands twist together as
she can't help but think she should be back home now, hunting
wetlands for tasty morsels, not sat here like this. She begins to
wonder if she's been captured, if this is the Weave and she its'
prisoner. If this was the Weave, it certainly wasn't what she was
expecting. The incident hadn't ended well, she knew that, there was
going to be fall out, of that she was certain. But she'd done her
bit, was preparing to depart when they showed up. Four of them, all
faceless with hoods and long robes, and her world went dark.
