She gave the handkerchiefs to River, as she passed on the message. “Jiao,” she yelled behind her, “Lidia says to think happy thoughts. We’ll be out soon.” Removing the handkerchief, she tested the air.  They were either moving away from the scents, or her sense of smell returned to normal.  She inhaled the air like her life depended on it- which it did.<br/><br/>Branessu remembered that there was a slight bend in the cave, and was soon aware of her returning vision. She was immediately blinded by lights, colours and....words. Formulas, and recipes for potions and spells floated around. She recognized a few words, but it was mostly gibberish to her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Branessu.</span><br/><br/>She squinted in the light, trying to identify where the sound came from.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You have much to learn. You won’t understand most of what you see, and that’s okay. When you exit the cave, ask about the Ramnish language. Find out all you can about it. And you won’t understand what this is, but remember it. </span><br/><br/>Two horizontal lines floated up into her vision. They were intersected by diagonal s which looped and met the first line.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Remember.</span><br/><br/>When she was able to see, it was all with  astounding clarity. She watched beads of sweat trickling down her horses’ face and unto the cave floor.  She would give them extra rations when they arrived, they were exceptional. A furry black spider was crawling up the side of Lidia’s wagon.  Its eight beady eyes focused on the fly perched atop. Everything was startlingly detailed, and it was too much to process.  Focusing ahead, she noticed that all the wagons before were floating in the air, but she chose not to mention it, as it could be an illusion.<br/><br/>As soon as her eyes adjusted to the influx of detail, it was gone. Sound. Smell. Sight. What next? She thought, she reached for a bottle of water. Licking her lips, she tasted a bit if the coffee from earlier. The brew was slightly burned, and she added too much cream. It was sickening. She laughed, as she always enjoyed making her coffee like that. Changes were to be made. She also tasted her sweat, it was exceptionally salty- she needed more water.<br/><br/>Urging the horses on, she rounded another corner, and was immediately aware of the reins in her hand. It was made of old leather, and had begun stripping. She used a hand to feel the seat on which she sat. It was finely done, mahogany wood with simple furnishings. He cushion was lined with velvet and the stuffing a mixture of sponge and feathers. The hole in the seat felt sharp. Interesting.<br/><br/>She gasped when she saw the light at the end of tunnel. Jumping out of the wagon, she ran alongside the horses into the light. She was greeted by a gentle breeze as she plopped down in the grass, exhausted mentally, physically and emotionally, but oh was she ecstatic.<br/><br/>“We did it!” She closed her eyes to rest.