Child, the gift you've discovered... I do not want to ask this of you, but I must. For the sake of everyone, I must ask you to go.
At the time she hadn't know what the odd reoccurring dream meant. It had come to her in flashes of images and haunting sounds. She had known the foretelling had meant a death and one that would be a dominoes for disasters to come but it had only been when Solomon had announced the death of their fellow guardian the rest of it had made sense. The crackle of flames, the scent of the spiced rum he had liked to drink, the raven from his families crest perched upon a skull. And now, the mountains in the distance. She had walked this road as him, Lyta realised. She had seen the hours before his death.
If she had been quicker, if she had figured it out sooner, would she have been able to prevent it?
Kuruk snapped a branch beneath his giant hoof making Lyta flinch out of the dark thoughts of what ifs. Taking a calming breath she ran her hands through the red elks fur to anchor herself back to the waking world; wayward thoughts like those could lead to the Dreams and she would feel very foolish to fall off her saddle this early in to their journey. They had been travelling for most of the morning in relative quiet with nothing more than a few companionable words back and forth. All were determined to find either find out who had killed their fellow guardian or uncover a sign as to where the missing stone had gone.