Delaena snapped out of her reverie and bowed her head to the other woman. She was younger, but the priestess had never questioned the war mistress' orders. That would mean death.<br/><br/>"The trees have been whispering," she said, clasping her hands in front of her and walking slowly out of the temple, leading the war mistress out under the greened shade of the trees. The cast of the light made Delaena's fair skin almost ghostly, ill-looking. "See the leaves rustling? They anticipate something. The oldest, the tallest, the ones who have been there longest, they say something is changing. The air is different." She breathed deeply and rested a hand on the trunk of an old maple. "Even I can smell it, lately. Whatever it is... Something is coming, and soon." she looked at Sarah seriously. "The air feels different. Sharper. More aware. usually air is the one element that doesn't care for anything at all, it passes by and changes with every moment, without really changing. But now it's interested." She frowned. If she had the ability to read the air, the priestess would probably rule over all of womankind. That was the type of power the air had.<br/><br/>"But I cannot say when, or where this change will occur." She dropped her hand to her side. "I'm sorry, War Mistress."