As she walked away from her crumbling mess of a castle, Zen felt a slight pull, something inside her, like a motherly instinct that made her feel like something was wrong. She looked back to her castle, which now cast a soft red glow around it's edgeds, like it had done many times before. The red glow happened often when River was upset or anxious - or anytime she felt any sort of emotion, but Zen had forgotten about River, or atleast, her name. Zenofora had felt this pang of motherly instinct many, many times before, and she was slowly coming to the realisation that it had sometihng to do with the child in the dream she keeps having, but currently she just shrugged it off as something superstitious.
Zen turned away to ignore the glow of her castle but she still felt the tugging at her chest, which began to annoy her, she wanted to know what the source of this feeling was so she could get rid of it and go about her day, but she only knew of the child in her dreams, and that was the only place she could ever see her. Regardless, Zeno fought through the tugging and pulling that was determined to take her back to her castle, and continued her walk along the dirt, above ground paths that lead the 'main central' where he once followers woudl gather whenever they were not hiding underground.
Though, when she got to the center, not one of her followers were here, not even her gaurds. Strange she thought there's usually someone willing to entertain me.. her thoughts trailed off as she looked around the surrounding area, watching out for any wildlings or anyone else that may have snuck into her realm. But alas, there was no-one here. Zen sighed. Then she looked up, and she saw in the distance, three faded figures. A wicked grin grew across her face as she quickly made her way over to them, but as she got closer, the figures began to dissolve, like a disappearing shadow. One by one they slipped away from her, as she held out her hand to touch the last one, it paused in it's fading process, and Zeno stared,examining it as her palm pressed lightly against it's forehead. The figure looked familiar to Zeno, like the child in her dreams, but now older. But before she could place it, the figure vanished, leaving nothing but a faint red glow in it's wake.