There were no thousands of trees appearing inside her mind, no rivers, mountains, villages or borders.
Whatever this was, it was small. Local.
Bound to the land immediately surrounding her.
But it moved when she moved.
She crouched. Her fingers touched the soil.
Cool.
Slightly wet.
Granules stuck beneath her fingernails.
For just a moment, she thought she sensed something else.
Moisture.
Not against her fingertips. Below them.
Mirabelle pulled her hand back. The sensation vanished so quickly that she couldn't be certain it had ever existed.
"What are you doing?" Kaelith asked. A little irritated about the strange behavior. Until now, her behavior had always been rational, but right now, he was having trouble following her reasoning.
"I have absolutely no idea."
That, at least, was true. She straightened and looked around. The forest appeared exactly as it had minutes ago.
Sunlight danced across the path.
Leaves moved in the breeze.
