Peg’s eyes had been closed as her other senses took over, the water upon her skin, the water that pooled from her lover, no more than her lover from her mate, her mate for now and for then. The scents that spread from him, the scents that were joined with the sounds now in such a wonderful harmony in this place of spirit, they were overwhelming. Her mind was filling with such wondrous images of the present and what surely was the past. Images of both passion and violence,  pictures of love and family…and oh the happiness and then the sorrow.<br/><br/>Finally though all that was there Craig’s voice found her and drew her back to the here and now, or only partially for the two remained in this strange an fluid world of sprit memory and dream. Even before her eyes had opened though, her fingers had been tracing the lines and patterns of his woading. Her own body too was beginning to find yet more patterns upon it.<br/><br/>“The past…” she spoke in a breathy whisper, “The past and now…they are as one…” Her voice seemed distant yet rang in the air like the sea. “Hold me…please, shall we go?” Peg was sure they needed to learn and here in the hisil the spirits and the powers were offering that chance. The fates perhaps had plans  but if this was to do with the future they needed the past. The uratha was no crescent moon but something so precious and also so terrifying was happening.<br/><br/>She offered another kiss as her own body joined hi in patterns of blue. “It is time…”<br/>