Delaena's eyes closed. She returned the kiss and let the material open further, one hand sliding up Sarah's back to pull her closer.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she gasped and pulled away. "Something's wrong," she said sharply, turning and pressing her hands to the trunk of the maple. "What is it? Why is the air on fire? No, no, trees are too slow!" Usually calm and quiet, the priestess was now in a panic. The buzzing of the air had grown  to a vibration that terrified her. Nothing had ever sent it into such a frenzy, not since she'd learned to listen right. Of course, not all Womenkind could read the air, or feel what she was feeling now. It was a certain type of training. Not uncommon, though. "I need to ask the waters," she said aloud, darting through the trees and down a slope. She slid a little and knelt at the riverbed. Even the bubbling river was making a clear, concise thought. That was almost unheard of. "War Mistress," she said, still staring into the water, a crease beginning to form between her eyebrows. "Something is here. Something, or someone, is on Eve that wasn't here before." She stood and shook the water off her hands, pulling her robe back and lacing up the front. "They aren't far."