Thunderfall, Chapter Thirteen
The Farseer Awakened
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, almond-shaped eyes of amber wide. Her black hair was shorn short, framing a slender face with angular features. Unblinking, she regarded her face, which seemed like the face of a stranger to her. Something wasn't quite right
Her eyes drifted from her face to the oval mirror in which it was reflected. The edges of the mirror were rich with filigree, including delicate, curving runes. When her eyes reached the edges, she was surprised to find no wall, but an endless field of mists. She stepped back, blinking her eyes in surprise. The mirror was just hanging there in thin air. She was surrounded in rolling gray mists, so thick she couldn't see even the vaguest shape through them.
Turning away from the mirror, she began to walk through the mists, her hands outstretched before her. The mists condensed on her hands, leaving them with a wet feeling. Pulling her hands back to her, they felt like they belonged to s