[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2516kMhpTHA&t=1s]At this point,[/url] Demorra had been on the road for quite some time. She had been thrown out of the last village, a tiny place called Edwin's Bend, after someone had decided her eyes were a sign of witchcraft, and managed to whip up a mob that drove her out into the night. Fortunately, she had caught wind of it beforehand, and stolen enough food to last her a while. Demorra huffed indignantly, thinking about it. She didn't even know what was so special about her eyes! They worked just fine, as far as she could tell, and so far she hadn't been lucky enough to find so much as a reflective bit of metal, or a non-grimy window, to see if they looked any different from normal. She sighed, and shrugged. [color=f6989d][i]At least the weather is nice tonight. It makes my journey that much easier.[/i][/color]

All of a sudden, Demorra found herself at the edge of the forest, overlooking a sandy beach. She had been following the sound of the waves for a few minutes, but hadn't expected to arrive at the ocean so quickly. Perhaps the trees had muffled the sound. Demorra set off walking down the beach, hoping to find a town that'd be willing to take her in for the night, or at least have an open stable stall.

As she walked, Demorra noticed that there were several other people down the beach, along with - she gasped as she noticed it - a mote! There was a young, dark-haired man with a ponytail, who seemed to be talking to an older gentleman with an eyepatch and a... pet falcon? Interesting. As she watched, a young girl with black hair appeared, seemingly in a hurry, only to seemingly become hypnotized by the mote, which Demorra noticed had a maelstrom of detritus whirling around it, and fall to her knees. Demorra frowned and sped up her pace slightly. From what she had heard, touching a mote - or being near one at all, really - was a bad idea. At about that moment, an old, hunched woman appeared and shoved the girl out of the way, and seemed to... spin in place several times, before shouting at the others to grab her cane.

Demorra was quite close at this point, which is why when the mote's glow began to intensify, she instinctively turned away and shielded her eyes, though it didn't seem like its light was as blinding as she had thought. Fortunately, this also afforded her a good vantage point of the other girl. As well as the sand dune she was perched on, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OEDx_DqDPY]which began to crumble.[/url] Before Demorra could say anything, the dune collapsed completely, sending the girl tumbling down! Demorra immediately ran for her, hoping to catch her before she landed and was injured. As she ran, she noticed that the girl's hair was, in fact, white [i]and[/i] black, split perfectly down the middle. [color=f6989d][i]Witchcraft?[/i][/color] The sight gave her pause, just for a split second, before Demorra decided to file that thought away for later and focus on catching her for now. Witchcraft or not, she was in trouble.