A vision! Hot and vivid, it had swirled through her thoughts, burning her mind as she'd tossed in her dreams. She could make little sense of it and as daylight rose the rays of the sun chased the fragments of her dream from her mind, causing it to grow fainter with each passing moment. All she could remember really was the heat. The dry heat and a barren landscape and so she journeyed from the north to the west. The gods were sending her a message, she was certain but what they could possibly want from her she did not know. She only prayed that she'd be blessed with another vision upon arriving that might be a bit more instructive.
"Naudir! Naudir! There is a great wound in the earth. It's deep and black and just ahead!" Branwen fluttered lightly in the air, before resting between her shoulder blades. Naudir turned to the albino raven and spoke. "Thank you Branwen, we'll make for the crevice. Is Balthazaar on his way back?" Branwen shook her head, her mate had flown farther ahead in scouting and she'd lost sight of him but neither woman was worried. Balthazaar was as intelligent as he was irritable. He'd be fine.
As she approached the scar she gasped at the steep chasm in the earth. What could have caused this? Her thoughts drifted to Surtr and more of her mothers tales and she felt a shudder ripple down her spine.
