Aevah could hear the bitterness in Kyrtaar's voice and sighed softly, deciding to let it go for the night. On the one hand she agreed with him. If nothing else, living on the streets had made her cynical. She knew better than to believe someone wouldn't use you if given the chance but on the other hand living that way gave only loneliness. She was about to go to sleep when something hit her, hard like a massive headache. She laid down and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to ride it out as Kyrtaar slept... It was only after an hour of pain that she dared to try and move, and stepped outside her body.
Without the weaknesses of her physical form she could see fine, she could see the moonlight, she could see Kyrtaar and his aura. She could see fireflies and their auras... like stars over the field. Then, she felt as if she was being dragged... pulled along by some invisible force. She fought, hard.... She knew what could happen if you left your body too far behind. In moments all her fight became for naught as things around her shifted and changed. Suddenly, she was in the middle of a battle looking out of someone else's eyes... She wasn't sure whose but she found herself throwing a skeleton a sword... a skeleton wearing Mhundir's clothing.
Your sacrifice was for naught... he abandoned his flesh and now is alive by fell magic. Your sacrifice was for nothing... use the vial.
The voice whispering in her ears was the Norn? Or was it? She couldn't tell, it sounded like a young girls, a woman, and then an old crone.... all jumbled into one. Past, present, future... it threatened to swarm her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, when she opened them there was nothing... nothing at all but she could feel the cool of the wind on her skin and smell the rain on the air.... or was that the dew?
She heard Kyrtaar wake and could feel vague warmth on her skin... it must be early morning. She heard him begin tending to the fire and scanned the field, she might be blind but seeing auras meant that maybe she could still hunt... if she could see her arms. She held her hands out in front of her and discovered she could see nothing of them. She sighed, it would have been too good to be true if she'd been able to. She could see a rabbit and wondered if she told Kyrtaar where it is if he'd be able to blast it without turning it into a charred mess...
"I'm sorry... I can't hunt but there were some dried fruits and salted wrapped meat in the saddle bags... The bread is probably stale, but it's better than nothing..."