Her head turned to face Uriel. Her tiredness was clear on her face. She hadn’t rested much and certainly not enough for how she had stretched her sight or overworked her body. 

“I-I don’t know much about it but it is certainly elemental magic. It fights me, casts me out with a force I cannot even attempt to crack at the moment or perhaps, ever. It is not magic like my own. I am sorry. Perhaps as we get closer I can tell you more.”

Ona wished she could tell him more, wished she knew more, wished she could see more. She wished a lot of things in this moment. 

She turned her head away to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. 

Ona did not look at Dae but she did listen. This woman had strategy and tactics in her blood. It had never been Ona’s strong point. 

Dae sounded so confident, so sure. Ona wished she had the woman’s strength and will. She wanted to curl up and hide away in the dark for a time. 

Lucius said they would climb. Her body protested, her mind rebelled but she knew what would be the best case in the end. She could not stay here, could not leave them alone up there. She could help as Lucius said. Her sight was an asset to their plan. 

There was little fanfare as Lucius began to climb.  It took all her strength to move her body up the cliffs but she did it. Slower than the rest at times, more cautious but intact when she joined the others. 

Her pupil less eyes had watched Uriel. [i]Elemental magic[/i]. She had known but she had not given it so much thought however the intensity behind his question now made her wonder. Ona didn’t know enough about elemental magic to guess as to the intention behind his interest but it would stay with her. In the end, he was most like her. Not a pure fighter as Lucius or Dae but in magic lay his strength. 

Ona ignored the clinging of her damp clothes to her body as they moved about the grounds. For the most part they used the fighter’s cunning and stealth to move about. Ona saved her strength for the times they would need it the most. Avoiding the guards at the moment was easy enough. Lucius knew his way around well enough that the guards were their biggest challenge. 

They paused, Lucius ringing out his clothes and looking around. Memories seemed to cloud his eyes for a moment. Ona closed her own eyes and rested a little. She could feel it. Far but strong. Even now without using her sight the magic pushed and the itch at the back of her mind was constant. 

Lucius seemed to question them. Ona’s mind found it all jumbled. The magic, the pull of the seer was clouding her thoughts. She rubbed at her temples. Leaning against the wall she focused on the cold stone. She hoped it would give her thoughts some clarity.

“The seer. We should find the seer. Without her he is blind and we will have the advantage.”

Ona knew the woman was alive though she was unconscious now and they needed to act before she woke and was able to see them once more. Ona feared she would not be able to fight her off should it come to that again.