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The dream had happened. The land was fracturing. So many unknowns. It terrified the little dame. She feared for her family, her friends, her pack, her allies. What would become of them?

It didn't help that the air was still filled with the dance of flowers, the sweetness ever invigorating, pushing the Toisiche harder in her tasks. Kirain had been up since dawn, tending the wards, making offerings, talking to the spirits. What had they done? What could they do?

There was no response other than the clear cry of agony from the land.

It was enough to make her weep.

So alone she sat at one of the wards, stacked high with offerings of various kinds, weeping as the floral winds invaded her senses. How could feelings be so conflicting? The tears fell for all those who suffered, and yet there was a giddiness in her soul. She wanted to laugh, to smile, to dance, to seek out her husband once again.

It was all too much for the little dame to handle at once.