We Will Not Know The World

Three sets of eyes peered into the darkness as the moon rose round and full to illuminate their path. Naudir walked in silence as she continued her way south, diverging slightly, chasing the mists of dreams and visions that she hoped were guiding her to purpose. Branwen took to the sky followed shortly by Balthazaar. No doubt they intended to scout ahead and Naudir continued to pick her way through the misty moor. She'd seen a ring, a solid ring of starlight. Something deep in her chest told her this was the right direction but she couldn't be sure. What if her visions were meaningless? She'd been wandering all autumn and still had yet to find any confirmation of the nightmares that plagued her.

"Naudir! This way, hurry!" Naudir felt her heart hammer in her chest as she dove towards Balthazaar's voice. She raced through the moor, paws scrambling over moss wrapped stones and bursting through heather only to fall into a ring of stones. Upon the north stone perched Branwen. Upon the south perched Balthazaar. Slowly getting to her feet she found herself frozen in awe.