W H A T • T H E
Searing 55, 122 Age of Steel
The vision was bizarre, unlike any Avamande had ever seen before. They saw far further they had any right to see, in a land that was quite foreign to them, without a conscious desire to even attempt such a scrying. It had begun as a pressure at the back of their skull, then a ringing in their ears that slowly resolved to a low and distant howl. Driven by the strange sense of direction that they had developed ever since a particularly odd dream, the mage swiftly opened a Window in the surface of their mirror, only for the sight to cause even them to gasp in shock.
Gel'Grandal was unmistakable, even to one who had never been - or at least, this part of it was. Avamande had gazed out over the Imperial Circle, with a clear view of both the Monolith and the Palace of Spires. There, they had seen their Prince and his loves all seem to rush towards one another before... vanishing entirely. Whatever power had caused this to transpire was beyond mundane magic, and for some time the Hytori wondered if what they saw was in any way real.
Days had passed trying to verify that they had indeed created such a Window, and that they could from it view Gel'Grandal from above. Even after that, they had hesitated, uncertain how best to proceed. Eventually, they resolved themselves to make for the Palace off the First Wind, and there make an accounting of all that they had seen.
It was in that spirit that they had swiftly made their way through the outer precincts of the palace, and were now marching through the gardens, hastily greeting all that they passed, including of course Lord Rickter. "Good day Lord Rickter," Avamande said absentmindedly, marching through the courtyard like a Hytori on a mis- "Lord Rickter?" they asked, coming to a halt so suddenly that they nearly fell forward.
"How did- but- you were in Gel'Grandal," they all but stammered out, the normally calm and collected Hytori thrown into shock at the Rathari's appearance in the gardens.