Snippet #2127791

Neecey couldn't sleep. Keiran had welcomed her into his home, but the young elf felt uncomfortable in her surroundings. She had passed out here earlier, but she was completely without her sanity. She was grateful to the man, but she couldn't bring herself to relax. She sat on top of the bed, her legs crossed beneath her.

She tried meditating, hoping that the calming thoughts would help her relax into sleep. She wished she had her charm, a necklace that her mother had always worn before the maiden died. It was just a simple charm, something Neecey would use to speak with the divine Mother. Her mother was once a priestess, one of the elves who could communicate directly with the Mother. The charm was used to help speak with the Mother.

Neecey didn't know how it worked, but it helped calm her. She had lost the charm when the Nikians had taken her. Without the charm, Neecey wasn't sure she could actually speak with the Mother; she wasn't sure if the divine Goddess could hear her when she did have it. Only those blessed can speak with the Mother. However, the young elf placed her hands together, and closed her eyes.

Vila nosar yon bonir! Ilimas sirimi esth loith!
(Move quickly my child! Someone needs your help!)

Neecey's eyes shot open, but they weren't greeted with the bedroom. She was flying through the forests by the mill, flying through leaves and twigs before seeing a group of people walking along the path. A flash of fire red hair, then zooming through leaves landing on a hunched beast stalking them nearby.

Her mind was back in her body, her vision greeted with the dark bedroom. Not wasting any time, Neecey grabbed a hold of the knife Keiran had given her. She was already bolting out of the mill, not bothering to tell her host where she was going.

They were in danger.