Ocean's Breath Plateau times could be much worse

It was the wind that spoke to her, her guardian, her voice. It was he who blew away the mundane clouds of mortal trappings and cleared her mind so that she might utilize the eye that was her mind. It was he who had given her her gift, and it was he that she worshipped above all else. Within the sentinels the wind came gently, a stirring breeze between the trees. To the south there lay a wood in which she was cut off entirely from his voice.

By the sea the wind was a wild, passionate thing. On the heights of mountains it was dangerous, its caprice could fling wolves from their heights. He was a dangerous patron, but Starbuck loved him. And so she would climb heights and brave the seas. Nowhere else had she found that worked so well as the plateau, where the passion of the wind meeting the sea was compounded by the rocky heights. And so it was there she wandered when her mind grew clouded and her heart confused.

Upon the plateau she found another, a creature no more startling than any other wolf. Yet Starbuck did startle, as the moment she laid eyes on him he bent his head, vomit splattering against the rocks. Gone was any caution, and Starbuck trotted towards him boldly. You seem unwell. May I help you?