A spark, like the sound of a snapping twig, flickered at the back of Ambroise's mind. A sense, like deja vu, but far sharper and defined. The woman paused, her hand instinctively finding its way over the pommel of her sword. Had the rest of the group lacked the faculties to sense such things, they would have heard the clamor of her sheathe and belt against one another.

Being a mage with extensive range to their spells, Ambroise's sense of the arcane in its most fundamental form was exceptional. To cast a spell at far ranges, sometimes remotely rather than as a spell with a vector, one had to truly know where their magic [i]was[/i], especially after it was cast. Subsequently realizing where the spell had ended up if out of sight was critical to knowing how to adjust the next time. The arcane flicker that darted through the area was easily attuned to, though it remained in existence far too briefly for Ambroise to get a sense of its origin.

On edge, the woman gripped her sword handle as she stopped.

"Were any of you blind to the signal I had just sensed, I would advise you all to be on guard. There's something unnatural afoot," she said, eyes scanning across the horizon.