Zalinka's eyes had clouded over, but her sight was at its best in this form. The spirits were showing her imagery of whatever she requested. Sometimes when it came to searching for answers the dead always seemed to hold the key for the Oracle. But whenever an image would come into focus it would fizzle out into nothingness like the origin wasn't in reach but hundreds of millions of miles away? But that just confused her even more. She had seen things on the other side of the world with such clarity she had to wonder if it was real or not?<br/><br/>She sucked in another breath as she parted the winds with her fingers moving in a circle almost like she was looking for a better signal. The forest spirits voice penetrated her thoughts for a moment, even though it was a whisper it was still heard.<strong>"Not quite... Something is not right..."</strong>her voice seemed to echo now as she delved into her magic deeper chasing the image that seemed just out of her grasp.<strong>"No matter how far I chase... No matter what I do... I can't catch it"</strong><br/><br/>She wanted nothing more than to find out how she could help the forest and get her own reward so she could continue her journeys before she became too complacent in her new location and decide to settle. Usually these situations were easily rectified, mostly it was ignorant mages using trees and the life in the Forrest to either fuel their own power or heal their wounds. Even though she was an Oracle of bones and dealt in death she thought it unwise to use the environment as a source of power. Only once the environment had given up and died would she use it to her own advantage.<br/><br/><strong>"This seems much more... Serious than I initially thought all I can gather is... This Grove is attached to another not far from here? A bond that I can't seem to trace origins to but a link indeed... Are you... Are you able to leave this place, Child?"</strong>she asked as the clouds dissipated from her eyes as they returned to their usual brown colour.