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The three of them had been walking for a couple of hours as the sun hung midmorning in the sky overlooking the world like some sort of sentinel.  The weather was clear: the friends had told Caitriona that this would be the case in a conversation the previous night.  The little ones weren't always right but their instincts were uninterrupted by the processes that named ones seemed to possess.  Soon enough the trees began to clear away as the three continued to walk.

Eventually Aislinn and Cait looked at eachother and nodded, stopping in their tracks as they took a look back towards Charlotte as if they were a single unit.  It would be apparent to the black haired woman that Cait wasn't being her usual jovial self but had rather adopted the attitude of someone marching towards an uncomfortable but inevitable fate.  For a few seconds the two seemed to think before the older one spoke to Charlotte.  [color=orangered]"Charlotte ... if the great mothers ask you to go into the sensation, what do you plan on saying?"[/color]  It was important to know what the other woman had for plans in this regard.