|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
The traitor stood in the rain, encouraging lightning to play across her large pool of not-quite-ink. She had found him there once, the man with the golden eyes, so it should be a simple matter to call up a vision of him again. Surprisingly, it wasn't; the Alu Sage was elusive. Her pool swam with double images, conflicting scenes, probably from distant times and places, but that did her no good in the present. Clearly, his magic was protecting him, and his shields had to have been strong for him to have survived this long. Nevertheless, the rogue Witch persevered. For a moment she entertained the notion that the late Brin had told the truth, and that the man she was chasing was a half-Fae Oakenling. But no, an Oakenling wouldn't be able to confound her considerable powers. She must locate him before anyone else! Capturing him could wait, but she had to know exactly where he was!