Night had taken hold of the lands with creatures of the day resting peacefully in their homes, while creatures of the night prowled. Enya was largely a creature of the day. On this day, however, she'd been kept awake through the night. She'd caught brief bits of sleep here and there as she laid besides Caedwyn, tossing and turning as she shuffled around their den. When she knew that morning would come soon, she gave up the idea of sleep and left quietly, looking back over her shoulder to see if Caedwyn would be woken by her leaving. It looked like he wouldn't be, based on the slow rising and falling of his chest.
Enya peered out from her den cautiously before stepping out of it entirely. Something was wrong. She could sense it. What it was, though, she couldn't pinpoint. Her forked tongue tasted the air several times, searching for unknown scents, while her mind reached out to feel for others. Since learning her mind magic, she'd tried to secretly learn the touch of everyone's minds in the kingdom. After all, each one was different and unique. It would let her know if others were around, using magic to deceive the eyes, ears, or nose. How many would think to hide their mind as well?
After deciding that there was no immediate threat to her den, Enya stepped free of it and shook, feeling the brisk cold of the night embrace her. Her head lifted upwards to the sky instinctively. She sought out the moon, and when she let her gaze land upon it, her mind was taken.
A great figure moved and crashed through the wilderness. The scenery shifted with each step it took, going from a forest to a prairie, shifted from snow covered terrain to dry grasslands, and lingering on odd visions of mixed moshes of the various individual environments. It bellowed, the ground shook, and timbers fell. Avalanches rolled down the mountains. Great winds bent trees around the creature looming in the distance - illuminated by a shining bright light behind it. No. The light was not behind it. It was guiding it.
"It is your duty as my herald."
The voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere, neither feminine nor masculine. Enya recognized this voice. She was here.
"Tsillah?" she spoke in her vision, "What is my duty? What do you mean?" Suddenly, the light that guided the creature was taken into shadow. Momentarily, the vision went black, then a bright light was illuminating once more, blinding her as she looked on.
Her mind returned to her and she realized that she was shaking as she stood. It wasn't because she was cold. "She-" her voice cut off, just as she became aware of a familiar mind approaching. Her eyes lifted to the moon once more, having drifted off of it as her vision had occurred, and stared for a moment. What did she mean?
With Eon approaching, Enya moved away from the mouth of her den. She didn't want to wake Caedwyn in case Eon stopped by to chat. Actually, why was he up at this hour? The feeling of something being wrong bred dread into her. Was there an invasion? Had she somehow missed an alarm call? Was someone terribly hurt? Her mind raced with possibilities as she moved further, finding a nearby clearing on the rocky ridges. It was a good vantage point to survey the territory from. It allowed her to see above the forest tree line and beyond to the lake. Coincidentally, she saw Eon in the skies circling, searching. She called out to him with her mind. 'Eon, what is it that you are looking for at an hour as early as this?' She didn't want to give her position away in case he brought news of an infiltration or attack.