Blackfeather Woods i am—yet what I am none cares or knows;

cicero joined her, and relmyna was pleased that she was able to communicate with him even missing her tongue. they lay on either sides of the stone — the aspiring priestess began to sink her thoughts into the yielding surface, pressing them down into the ice-like vision of the rock. sithis, she called. night mother. mephala. relmyna had learned to use both titles for the goddess, but that the dread lord was less likely to answer.
the transparent paws of the night mother swam before her scrying eyes first, and relmyna's heart quickened. she had never before seen mephala's face, but her goal was only to summon them. yet the dream was in danger of dying, and the evoker frowned.
pulling herself from the trance with a soft moan, relmyna blinked and looked toward cicero. what had he seen?