Around her was nothing but silence; dark grey mist engulfing her like a burial shroud, blinding her to the world around her. Frozen in place, she strained to hear anything, see anything. Opening her mouth, she called out, only to have her voice ripped away. With no sense of anything beyond herself, she slowly placed one in front of the other and began walking.
Through the greyness she moved, her form as insubstantial as the mist engulfing her. Neither hot nor cold she felt; indeed she felt nothing at all. Her mind wandered as she walked, flashes of memory and thought racing past, the threads of consciousness brushing against her like streaks of silver lightning.
Zandrianna - Had she had the baby yet? Desiare thought she must have and felt both joy and an equal sadness. How would she care for the babe alone? But of course, she wouldn't be alone, she'd have her friends around her, and Immalaine ....
Immalaine - She felt the young woman's confusion and distrust of those around her, as she tried to make her own way through life. Would it be easy for her to recover, or would she close herself away as Desiare herself had done. She didn't know, though maybe Rhianonn might ...
Rhianonn - Had the wedding happened yet? Desiare pondered that, for she believed Rhia deserved all the happiness that life could bring her. Beautiful, poised, confident, all the things that Desiare herself was not. And with the help of Anadryt, she was sure that Rhia would succeed ...
Anadryt - She had promised to wait, to go to Rohan with him and Rhia after the wedding. She had not waited, for Rhia's words about Theoden King had alarmed her to the point where she felt she had to, needed to, find out for herself what was going on. These were her people, her home, and the king she once knew ignored them. If she had only brought someone with her, someone strong ... she was no warrior, her keen intelligence no match for the brute force of the world. She'd not even said good-bye to any of them, not even ...
Altheric - She sensed, rather than saw, him in her mind. His strength, his honor; the wisdom that she had never possessed, and the determination to see things through. The sharp longing to see him one last time, to tell him of her love ...
The mists sank into her, piercing her so that she no longer knew where she ended and it began. Was this what is was like, she thought, to be dead? Was she to fade away, a distant memory to all that had known her -- to even herself? The thought frightened her ... and she lifted her head and screamed into the silent darkness. The silence spoke back, the sound deafening as the mist continued to slowly take her thoughts. All she knew, everyone she loved, was stripped from her memory, as her mind became blank and grey.
