Displacement

"Eska"

She'd heard the voice clear as day. It called to her, telling her where to go. Begging her to come and find it. There was something familiar about the voice. Something... familial. It called to her and Eska honestly couldn't refuse it. She was compelled to follow the whispers wherever they might lead her. Not entirely out of her mind, the woman sent Avaset to tell Ulric where she was going. Baz was at her side as she loped across the land. An accompanying breeze seemed to be pulling her along even more quickly than she was running. It was an odd sensation, but she didn't mind it. Periodically, that whisper would sound in her ear again, reminding her that it was real and that this was no fools errand. Eska needed those reminders. Otherwise, she would think that she had gone batshit crazy.

In time, the brindle pelted fae arrived at a foggy, misty stretch of woods. The mist was illuminated by hundreds of brilliantly glowing mushrooms and spiky, crystalline growths that sat just below the rim of fog. It was as though Eska had stepped into another world. All the land held the blue glow now, but this... this was something different.

As Eska stood at the edge of the mist, trying to decide if she should turn back or go forward, the whisper came on a breeze. "Come find me," it said. An invisible body seemed to slide against Eska's side and she gasped lightly. Her canine companion released a soft whine, his dark ears pulling back against his skull as he shook his head. "I need to know," she responded. As though it knew her decision, the fog parted as if opening its arms to embrace the woman. Without another thought, Eska stepped forward.