Blackfeather Woods Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you amongst cocktails.

Potema loses herself as she lays on the floor of the Glen. Her mind dances away from her body, floating somewhere above in an unknown realm. It is a Sight, though it brings nothing substantial to her, or nothing that she will remember by the time she becomes coherent again.

She is awakened by the nose at her ribs, though her senses are delayed. Her eye opens, looking blearly around her, before she turns and sees the pair of mismatched eyes before her, the two hues only meaning one person: Cicero. No! She snaps at him, her jaws caught in the sluggishness that preoccupied her body. Nnno!