|(#TwilightRealm and its #Witches and #Oakenlings belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
Marea and Ynarra had not been idle. While the portal Marea opened didn't lead to the exact spot where Hawkeye and his wife Chasina had been ambushed, as she and her grandmother wanted a few minutes to acclimatize to their new surroundings in south-western France, it was quite close. The landscape was lovely, and the copse of trees the two witches approached was very scenic. Ynarra, however, had no difficulty in locating the particular tree that had been stricken with a crossbow bolt some ten years ago; her affinity for plants made that plain.
Standing before it, Marea took out a smokey crystal suspended from a chain by a thin silver basketwork of wires. This began to move of its own volition in a circle, counter-clockwise, reeling back days and months. Finally she shook her head. "There are too many voices, over too much time. I just can't pinpoint the day and speakers in question."