Location: Thornhaven Village
Date/Time: 24-25 Voidmarch, 9938 AZI
Realm: Mid Realm
"You don't even know if this will work." Kaela's voice held the edge of barely contained panic. Her wings trembled against her back, feathers ruffling in agitation she couldn't quite suppress. "Lyria, sending visions isn't... it's not like receiving them. The old texts say Prophetesses who tried to project died. Their minds burned out. Their—"
"I know." Lyria sat cross-legged on her bed, the blankets still twisted from her violent awakening. Her silver rune pulsed with faint light, casting strange shadows across the cottage walls. "I know the stories. But I also know what happens if I don't try."
Aldris knelt beside his wife, one hand on her arm, steadying her. The pointed ears he'd inherited from his elven parent lay flat against his head—a tell of deep distress he'd never learned to hide. "There has to be another way. We could send a message. A letter. Something that doesn't risk—"
