The Sentinels pearl

I wasn't sure if this was some sort of natural event or if I'd read the situation wrong. regardless, I've played it as if it were something similar to what happened in Moonspear? Though on a smaller scale since I'm basing this on the assumption that Ursula will survive the event. But please let me know if any of my assumptions are incorrect or I need to edit anything. :)

iaghe does not dream. this is well known, at least to herself. really, who else would know there's riptides beneath the inky surface of her veneer? 

the void does not claim her as the moon claims the sky or darkness the land. not without necessity. 

sleep is hard won and torn from the grip of whomever keeps such a rare commodity. 

on this night, the ghost doesn't bother. there's too much. in her head. lost in the depths of the sea and the depths of her mind. too many questions. too few answers. 

there is no home. and only one she might turn to, but the umber he-wolf has other matters. even if it weren't so, she has nothing to offer except for the heavy weight of her gaze. 

iaghe wanders. there's no rush. no destination. no planning. she almost doesn't care if she finds her way back, save for a small stab that needles that andr might be worried. 

the stars welcome her with open arms. the wind whispers in a language that is secret between them and the trees. the moonlight waltzing with the shadows guides her along a path that would seem pointless to an outsider. 

but the islander has already learned in a past life that there are no mistakes. 

her eyes had glanced up, admiring the sky once more, when a flash of white light caught her attention. a star, but like one the wildling had never seen before -- at least that she could recall. 

larger, faster, it tore across the sky. picking up speed and leaving a blaze of smoke that choked and smothered the stars to blacken the sky. 

it disappeared behind the treeline in the distance, and for a moment the world was still and quiet. iaghe heard more than felt the intake of her own startled breath. 

then the same light burst from within the trees and she was knocked to her knees by the unearthly explosion. even from this distance, it was louder than any thunderclap the stormborn had ever dreamed of hearing. 

a groan tore from her throat of its own volition, pain splicing through her skull as her good ear screamed with the loss of sound. panting, she burrowed her head into the ground, clawing blindly at her head as if to get rid of the agony plaguing her. 

after several long eons, she stumbled to her feet -- twice, as the first time was a failure and she retched with dizziness. 

in a haze, the spectre drifted to the forest -- eyes stinging with the smoke as her wintry gaze flickered about, weary and absolutely numb with what she'd just seen. 

flames licked at the ground the closer she got, the area blackened in some places and afire in others though it wasn't enough that she believed herself to be in danger of being caught in a forest fire. 

even so, the girl was just about ready to turn and bolt from this wretched place when she came upon the woman. 

iaghe could not have said what she looked like. perhaps she was beautiful. 

but now, she was the progeny of the splintered star and smoke. her coat was dusted black with soot, her flesh visible in raw, red wounds that weeped blood. a tiny skull was clasped between her paws and iaghe was almost afraid to know who it might've belonged to -- too shocked to reason and see it for what it was. 

she looked dead. 

iaghe nearly turned away from her then, hair rising along her spine as something unnamed roared to life in her veins. shaking, she turned. 

jerking to a halt, her good ear flicked back to catch the pained groan that had escaped the prone form. 

run.

the mute hesitated longer than a good person might have. 

she sucked a long breath in through her ivory-splotched nose. 

she might never know andr. perhaps this, feral and smashed to bits like that star, was the best she had to offer. 

there were many answers iaghe did not have and many things she did not know.

but she knew this. she knew the void. 

she could not damn this woman to her own fate. 

she rushed to the larger woman, shaking and grabbing her roughly, rattling her as urgent rasps grated from her throat. 

get up. you must get up or you will die here.