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Her question would go unanswered, but the tearful woman beckoned her to follow; and so Cierzo did with great hesitation. A quick glance behind her, hoping Mistral would not worry over her if he noticed her absence. Her anxieties would grow as the stranger led her into a fog so thick she could only see the tail of her guide, and if she had not just met the other woman she would have grabbed hold of it so as to not get lost. But when the fog thinned, the landscape itself had changed. Gone was the swamps muck, and in it's place there stood great willows, all circling them in a clearing. Instantly Cierzo felt fear in her heart. She couldn't be dreaming. This was... this was mythical. And oh how her limbs trembled. It would do no good to refuse something other worldly, so she obeyed the silent order of the sorrowful guide. She came to the edge of the water, peering into it's mirror-like surface.

Cierzo is choosing wisdom.

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