Surrounded by what she can only describe as all kinds of crazy, Fiona
tries to sit quietly and concentrate on her breathing. In...and out.
In...and out. The hallucinations, for that most surely must be what
her visions are, were distracting at first: stirring horror and panic
in equal measure through her troubled mind. Everything she's seen
and done, all her adventures in the Weave, she thought they'd be done
with once she got home. But no, they followed her here, using her
mind to gain purchase in the Warp. If that is, as she assumes, what
has happened. She doesn't know, and the questions that come from
wondering only lead her mind in circles, leaving her only one choice:
close her eyes, ignore it all and focus on herself.
Her attention is seized by events around her when she hears Raven
light a match and begin his muttered intonations. She doesn't
understand the words, but their sound strikes her like fresh rain on
a spring morning. Opening her eyes, she sees him stood over a well
made of earth, filled with water, a single candle burning at its'
centre. As he enunciates each word, small luminous clouds emerge
from his mouth, floating like a child's bubbles toward the ceiling.
