Ouroboros Spine takluak

Her ears turned, intent upon the words of Golden Warrior.

She spoke her visions into existence between them. Somehow that too sent a fracture of doubt through Callyope. Had she been meant to know these already? What if the spirits did not commune with her when she was meant to commune with them?

She felt dizzy and her mouth grew dry.

A soft smack of her lips as she grappled with her thoughts into words.

She did not remember details, only vague things and the feelings that came with it.

I was high above a village. Watching. But she had nothing more to say. She did not know how to convey it. What had there been to convey? Warmth tangled with her general sudden sense of dread.

Is this the first you have talked about the circle?