The distant smell of smoke woke her from the nightmare she'd been having. Her thoughts were quickly pulled away from the bright silver cages, from the blur of strange beasts, and into the present. Her stomach tightened with unease as she blinked through the darkness. Hudson lay beside her, as always, his sides rising and falling with each passing breath. Quietly, Sága lifted herself from her place at his side, intimately aware of the sudden loss of heat, but unable to consider it any further, for she was busy searching for fire. Bright eyes flickered up through the winter-bare cherry tree, whose gnarled roots had given them little shelter from the wind. Smoke rose from the west, billowing into the sky to blanket the stars overhead.
What could it mean? Was it a sign? If so, what was she supposed to <i>do</i>? Saga could have kicked herself for all the times she had second guessed herself since entering these lands. Confidence was normally so easy for her to come by, and without it she felt perturbed. Sága knew that there was something she was supposed to be doing or learning here, and by the Gods, she would not stop until she figured it out.