The Eldest stands near the edge of the water, watching the circles on the surface, the dashing waves against t

The Eldest stands near the edge of the water, watching the circles on the surface, the dashing waves against the shore, and the shadowy currents in the depth. These things seem to tell her much more than you. As you approach, the Eldest looks up for a moment. In her penetrating glance it seems you see your own reflection, an endlessly branching road, a slowly gathering storm. A breath — and the apparition disappears.