Bran felt off as he returned from the meditation. As he opened his eyes a sudden dizziness overtook him and he keeled over to one side, barely reaching a hand out to stop himself from smacking into the ground.
"Bran!"
Bran waved a hand. "I'm fine," he said. "Just... something's off." That dread that had started during the meditation hadn't gone away but was instead only getting stronger.
Aunt Yeung clicked her teeth. "Everything's off tonight," she said. "It's not just the intruders. There's this fog as well. Unnatural all of it." She drummed her fingers on her knee. Both she and Bran were sitting cross-legged on the floor on either side of an ornate censer.
Had this been a few years ago, Bran wouldn't needed to be here, but it had been too long since he greeted his fairy stones and this was the fastest way, though it would have been better if Bran could visit them in person. Perhaps he'd bring Misha along. He'd probably find it interesting.
