"I feel as though I am overlooking something. There are small things that seem to be connected. The designs of those pods, the images that the lightening created, and the form of these storms. It has to mean something." Or perhaps she was looking for order among the chaos? This world had a way of making her feel out of control, something she would forever struggle with. She needed answers, even if none could be found.

She shook her head, trying to push herself out of the gloom and dark thoughts. "Forgive me. We should be celebrating the new calf. She is the first to be born among my animals. It's not something I should let pass without some sort of meal or celebration." Which might be silly, but it was something in all of this darkness.