The Bracken Woods it don't matter if the cold wind blows

anja tensed as inkeri questioned her, mirroring her sister's agitation. how could she explain? the others, they thought her mad, even without ever hearing what she saw. she didn't think she could bear to see her sister come to believe the same.
you will see when it's time, sister, she said, sighing. the tension melted from her, replaced by a heavy sorrow. when she had earned the name bloodseer, her mentor had warned her of this. she hadn't listened, but now she knew the truth of it. the bloodseer must walk some paths alone. for now, we stay safe. we avoid the svartravn. i may yet lose myself to this, but i will not lose you.