A mist moved quickly across the ground enveloping them as they retreated. Aisling felt the air shift around her. A surge of power tingling across her exposed skin as they retreated headlong through the standing stones. A low rumble came from clearing, the sound of rushing water and tumbling earth, then nothing but silence.<br/><br/>The sensation that she was running, the wet ground beneath her shoes, the smell of a storm overwhelmed her. She blinked disoriented.  Nothing felt familiar.<br/><br/>“Eibhlin…I don’t think…” she managed to say a moment before she found herself in a heap on the ground.  She lay there a moment perplexed as to how she ended up on the ground.  Had they run into something? A tree? A stone? It took another moment for her to realize that light brown eyes stared up at her in confusion and that she was in fact looking at another person, someone that was not Eibhlin.<br/><br/>The mist was disapating. Pushing herself up, Aisling untangled herself with help from Eibhlin. Without thinking she offered the person, a man she realized, a helping hand to stand before taking a step back warily. Aisling looked around, her silver blonde hair falling into her face as her sky blue eyes took in what she could see trying to gain her bearings. None of the landmarks looked familiar. She could feel the magic, but it was muted as if dormant.<br/>