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The shouting at the door was mildly annoying, but not the least bit alarming to the old crone standing on the doorstep, it didn't sound good, but it definitely wasn't her business; It was a wonder she could hear much of anything other than the glorified cat fight that was ensuing beyond the door, such as the children off to the side of her, messing with rocks and each other, who were whispering about her. "Crow woman" they called her. "come to take Ryska away." Mira hear that kind of thing quite often from people in various towns in various places throughout the northern regions that she had travelled. "Death-Woman," "Crowtalker," "Woman of Darkness." She always seemed to have an ominous presence surrounding her wherever she went, but she never once was bothered by that. It kept the right people away from bothering her, who wants to get involved with a woman who talks to the dead and to crows? Mira wasn't bothered by the children and their musings, it was common for small ones to speak about things they seldom understood, it was their was of making sense of the insensible. Mira reached to push open the front door to the hall when...

Visions flooded her mind

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Her arm tensed as flashes of things unsolved writhed in her head, trees, foul beasts of inhuman understanding, blood on the fresh fallen snow, hunters fleeing for their lives. Her whole body seemed to fall catatonic as she stood their as the images in her mind cleared themselves, she heard animalistic noises like echoes carried on hollow winds ring past her. One moment she was seeing stolen hunts being devoured by obscure beasts, the next, she was seeing through the eyes of something moving fast through the moonlit night, into the safety of Norn. Visions of bound wounds and elk slaughtered in rage... When the visions past, Mira grew dizzy for a second before collecting herself in what she could easily pass of as fatigue to another, she was left with the foresight of the dead who had spoken to her. This is why they were quiet, they are [i]never[/i] quiet if not for their own reasons. The dead knew things the living may only scratch the surface of; there is no hiding from the eyes of the thousands who live in the furthest places away from human touch, yet for all their wisdom, they rarely have the strength to speak with the clarity of the living. There wasn't a crow in the sky, to make matters more confusing. The thoughts sent chills down her body. What could tear animals to shreds that easily? More importantly, what manner of beast would kill in such a fashion and leave a carcass there? No hunter would do that, no wolf would do that. Mira's mind raced as she looked beyond the mead hall, into the woods past the village. She could see little, but the sight of them was enough. This must have been the reason as to why the spirits wanted Mira to come to the village of Norn. Something was very wrong here.