[@Carlsberg][hider=Taste]The voices finally ceased their persistent needling. An ominous silence followed. Slowly Jen would become aware of a strange thing. She could taste something odd. It was cold, like ice, chilling her mouth. Not quite like a mint, something different. The taste came and went freely, sometimes stronger than it seemed she could stand, sometimes vanishing to just a whisper of a hint of flavor.[/hider]