Her whole experience in the cave had left Alya in a constant state of shock, disbelief and pressure. She looked around at the icy environment, looking for someone. Something. Anything to tell her what she needed to do. Her purpose was entirely unclear to her. Was she meant to seek out whatever 'Jaspaiya' was? Was she meant to save those Fey within the shield? Maybe it was already too late. She had felt their power fading already and she didn't know how much time had lapsed in between. Her vision, as far as she knew, was based on what she knew to be the Death of Magic..

Her thoughts were interrupted by a certain Moon Fey. Rilana. [i][color=6ecff6]Rilana?[/color][/i] She tried to speak telepathically to her friend who approached her, but she only felt a slight connection, but nothing else. It didn't work. Perhaps Rilana wasn't a mage. The Fey seemed happy to see her, inviting her to tea in a tent. Alya gave Rilana a small smile and a nod, trying to mask her despair. Echo whined slightly as he arched his neck to look at his mother, sensing her troubled feelings. But she hushed him by patting her head.

As they entered the tent, Alya felt the warmth of the lantern and being 'indoors' after being outside in the snow for the past hour or so. Echo seemed quite excited about the warmth, causing him to jump out of Alya's coat, pulling it open. She slowly sat down on one side of the tent as if that didn't happen, before rummaging through her satchel, producing her usual quill, ink and paper. Her ink had frozen slightly from the cold, but the majority was still usable liquid. However she didn't write anything yet, instead waited for Rilana to say something. She tried as best as she could to keep herself from going back to her thoughts about her purpose, but all she could manage was a slightly pained smile.