Voleta bent her head down, riding, nearly sleeping, allowing her mare and her dog to guide her through the seemingly endless night.<br/><br/>She had dreams, and all of them were overlaid in a wash of silver water.  When she raised her head, she only saw mist, wet, touching her skin and she feel back asleep, a strange lyrical rhythm of water and stone guiding her onward.<br/><br/>Then the mare stopped.<br/><br/>Voleta sat in her saddle for a long period, senseless, then she stirred.  The dog barked, and she raised her head, looking about.  The first thing she saw was another horse; A white horse, a white wolf.  Immediately she woke, hissing down to the dog to halt it's aggression, snaking her hand through the mares ebony mane to 'hold'.<br/><br/>By dent of will they obeyed; not by anything else.<br/><br/>Voleta dismounted, her hand slipping her obsidian dagger from where it lay.  She touched the horse.  "Calm", she commanded in her mind, then flicked her finger so that the dog followed her.<br/><br/>Around the other animals she went, until they passed, and then she looked at the dog as if to tell her 'Hold'.  The dog bowed it's head, sniffing, her eyes rolling back and forth in a watchful manner.<br/><br/>Voleta continued, until the mist seemed to lighten, to warm.  Suddenly her asp wriggled frantically and fell to the ground, back away to her horse and dog.  Voleta was beyond care now though, her feet taking her forward into the warm, intoxicating mist.<br/><br/>She breathed deep, something infecting her, some spirit, and she gave no resistance as the very air lead her forward to where water sparkled over stone, and another woman bent down, dressed in white, cupping the water into her hands to drink.<br/><br/>Voleta stood straight and dark, her shadow falling over the woman in white, her hand gripped tight to her blade, the look in her black eyes unfathomable.