She had been practicing at her harp when everything shifted and changed. It was almost like disappearing for a moment from existence. The feeling of being somewhere, being present and then not. It was frightening in a way she couldn't put to words, similar to facing that empty void that was looming over her in the Tower. For a moment, a brief second, she had been nothing.

She had thought the pavilion was beautiful once, but now it seemed tainted and sour. The running water and bright red of the columns were dulled and foreign to her senses. She felt sick, even as her senses surged to life and adrenaline filled her veins. She reached for her bow, but remembered what she was doing before this.

There was no weapon at hand, just a group of them gathered at the pavilion and uncertain of why they were brought there.

"We need to move." She glanced around at everyone. "The Observers brought us here, we should move before something comes out of the forest."