The Cleared Path

No sooner had the words left her lips then Islana slipped back into the almost dreamlike state

To be protected from the storm. It was an odd feeling, to watch nature's turmoil all around her and not be affected by it.

The red light still seemed like a dim beckon among the chaos. Like a distant light that might guide a ship to the shore.

The path, the young woman proceeded on, remained unhindered by the wind and storm. Allowing her passage through the brutal conditions.

The closer the light became, the more the image of a woman appeared. One much older than the redhead.

Continuing until she came face to face with the older woman. Islana gave the woman an Ozanine greeting with hand gestures, something the young woman had become quite accustomed to. Then just waited as if she thought this older woman had some wisdom to impact upon her.