Fairspell Meadow November skies

Under normal circumstances, Wildfire didn't mind insects. She had once been a naturalist, after all. But the sheer enormity of the swarm made her freeze, slightly petrified as they cloaked the land and all that stood upon it, herself included. She traded a stricken glance with Gavriel, who looked studiously grim (and slightly comical) as locusts clung to the underside of his chin like some strange beard.

She felt them crawling and flying all around her, which made Wildfire itch something crazy. "What do we do?" she tried to ask her companion, only for the buzz of the swarm to drown out her voice entirely. "Holy crap—" she added as a small locust flew right at her face, striking her between the eyes. It didn't hurt, it just startled her.

Over the scuttling and droning, Wildfire heard something else. "Did you—?" She glanced at Gavriel again but he was clobbering a wave of bugs with his paw. The yearling turned away from him, squinting into the veritable cloud, amber eyes suddenly widening and breath vanishing from her chest when she saw a vision of Floki through the clicking hive.

Is this a nightmare? she caught herself thinking before the scars marring his familiar visage registered. Her heart squeezed with both relief and inexplicable disappointment. "Tevinter?" Wildfire called as loud as she could, which wasn't loud at all.