*Wiska was pretty solidly out of it, the shaking didn't work, nor did yelling. Valspan couldn't have known that she'd been knocked out by his potent spiritual aura. A side effect from the Goada Tree's offspring, the great tree being a spirit tree, gifting its descendants powerful auras that ward off threats from the spirit realm. Like a walking incense burner...or more accurately cedar wood to insects.*<br/><br/>*To the west, he would see the path Wiska had cut through the jungle, the smell of fresh cut branches especially potent to a Goada. Smelling much like fresh blood would for most beasts.*<br/><br/>*What was actually happening, was Wiska was forced into a state of astral projection. Her spirit had left her body. This was due to her sensitive nature towards spiritual forces and was highly uncommon for the average person. The spirit world, was very different from the tangible world, Wiska found herself staring at a tremendous flying white whale, complete with feathered wings. What used to be jungle, was now a vast lagoon surrounded by sky high cliffs, she was mere inches from the fall. Had she taken another step forward before being sent here, she'd have been dead.*<br/><br/>*She turned, trying to find her body, she knew where she was, but she'd never been able to commune with the spirits to get here before. It took intense meditation, however she did see a strange thin plant, like a beanstalk looking at its hand as if holding something* (Valspan's spiritual avatar).<br/>-<br/><br/>*In the Tangible world, Valspan would hear whispers as if cast from far-far away*, "Hello little guy? Can you help me? I'm lost."