Displacement

"Eska"

Once she was within the mist, it closed its grasp behind her. Time seemed to stand still as Eska turned this way and that, catching snippets of voices, but no concrete words. Nothing like the voice that had told her to come find it. How long had she been searching for that voice? Either time had actually stood still, or Ulric had run really, really fast. Suddenly he was behind her and she spun, expecting to see nothing but mist, but there he stood. The silvered woman nearly jumped backwards in alarm, her sulfuric gaze widening. "Ulric," she spoke, her throat somewhat pinched and dry.

The woman took a step towards him, pressing her side into his as though to convince herself that he was real. She ducked her head under his chin for a moment, showing just how nervous this place made her. "I heard her, Ulric. I heard my mother. She wanted me to follow her here." There had been no way that she could deny the voice of her mother, right? Whatever the spirit wished to tell her, it had to be said in this place.

All around the pair, the world glowed blue. The mist bounced the light in odd, unnatural ways. Sometimes the scenery was beautiful. Other times it was haunting. It seemed to keep shifting back and forth, unable to decide if it wished to appear peaceful or menacing. Suddenly, Avaset snarled and Baz flew up beside her with a yip. Both hounds backs were bristled, but they wouldn't run. Instead, they back up to the pair of wolves, eyes in all directions. "The voices aren't just talking to us. What do you think is happening?"