Glade 2, 123
The torrential rains and downpours and brutal winds had finally abated. The clouds had cleared, revealing the great ebony ball in the sky that still lingered. The sun continued to make the bold and unpopular choice of not shining down on Ransera. As such, everything was still soaked, drenched, and otherwise fairly damp. Norani was out upon the beach, walking barefoot upon the sand, absorbing the water from below, nude as she normally was. Her Runes had grown far more elaborate since she and Imogen had last met. Her Elementalism rune now swirled with living wind, water, and lightning, and the tapestry upon her back included several more spirits that frolicked upon her skin.
She had come to a few conclusions about her mission now.
Help would be needed, and not just that which could be provided by the Spirits that were aiding her. No, this was going to affect the world and the world needed to be able to protect itself. She had also determined that this was not going to be a war against whatever this great and terrible being of darkness, no, that was an errant mindset, only further strengthened by Astrid's words. The Elements longed to be together, and they were separated, due this entity unknown. Norani was a conduit for the elements now, she would bring balance, she must bring balance.
And so her feet carried her toward another's hut.
She would need someone that was an incredibly powerful witch, wise from her many, many years of study, and didn't look a day over twenty-five. As Norani approached the hut belonging to such a wizened and mysterious witch, a curious little metal spirit appeared. It was the same one that had given the task of dealing with a minor feline issue to the Witch, and was clearly her most trusted companion in the world. Norani nodded her head in deference, and then spoke in Acherani to the small spirit, knowing it would understand.
"Hello there. I am Norani Windwalker. I have come to speak to your witch partner, to seek her vast wisdom and guidance and her aid in bringing balance back to the world. I have been to Agst'rasera, I have communed with the World Tree, and I need your help. Is she around?"
She hoped that Imogen Ward would be amenable to helping a young and fledgling with such as herself. Surely one of her knowledge and experience had saved the world like this many times over. But she did say she would help Norani with a monster hunt, free of charge even. And a witch was as good as her word, was probably a saying someone said somewhere.
The little metal spirit bobbed and floated, leading Norani to where Imogen presumably was. If this went well, then Norani's allies would double. After this, she would journey back to Drathera, to appeal to the Senate, in the hopes of finding more aid and guidance from a nation she knew would take this quest of hers seriously, and the only one she knew.
Norani spoke, the winds automatically carrying her words to wherever the witch might be hiding, "Hello? Imogen Ward, are you here?"
