Jhessail stepped fully into the clearing, looking from trees, to sky, to obelisk. "It's quite the puzzle, isn't it? Tracks leave, tracks return, and then they vanish. I cannot think how that was accomplished, if by magic. Perhaps it's as you say, mother. Flight or shapeshifting. And yet..."<br/><br/>Looping her horse's reins about a branch, she walked closer to the obelisk, drawing near enough to study it in earnest. "You say the mythal once resided here," she said, turning to Aysia. "Do you know what became of it? Was it destroyed or moved? Or was it made to go dormant, its magic sealed?"