The first thing Fallah will notice is the temperature. Ice cold, it chills her to her very core as it travels to her stomach. Once the initial shock of the chill wears off, the taste sneaks through the numbness of the cold. Metallic. Cold, crisp, and metallic.

Giggle was a mystical creature, a seer who tried to come off mysterious deliberately, at times, but above all she was practical. Realistic, cynical even. She didn't believe in this "all-mother" nonsense--she believed in truths, truths revealed by magic that dwelt all around them.

Whatever was wrong with the water, it sure as hell wasn't a sign.

Dove was entering the water, making a pretty little speech that was liable to end in her death. The hyena's first instinct was to dart forward, to pull her back to safety, but instead she stepped back. Kept her distance.

"Dovefeather," she warned sharply, her masculine voice a rolling, growling tone of warning. "There's no 'all-mother.' There's something wrong, something off--don't you smell it? Get out of the water," she hissed.

Another step back and she lashed out with her own magic, frantically trying to feel, to sense, to get any hint whatsoever of just what was happening.

What was about to happen.

And, most of all, just what the hell they should do about it.

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Praying had she been, next to the All Mother's glorious body. Her tail was tucked around her and her eyes were closed. Behind them were the pinpoints of lights, images from the All Mother herself of each of her children. Everyone looked good, perfect in her eyes and all happy. Everything was well, perhaps she could even go and find more things to decorate the Mother's base... Until she heard a blood-curdling sound. From her trance she was ripped. Pupil-less green eyes were stretched wide in horror and for a moment she just sat trembling, unable to calm herself down. Oh! Oh, what was that? Had that been the Mother? It sounded like it... Like it came right from her Eyes! What had she seen? Oh no! Oh no!

The normally calm kitten was now unhinged as she dashed away from the Mother's base straight over to her Eyes. There were already a gathering of gembounds, her Sisters and Brother among them. The small cat weaved her way around legs to go sit next to her brother. No greeting was spoken as she only wanted to Listen. Listen and Learn as the Mother intended. Besides, Dovefeather knew what to do. They should trust in the one who'd been granted Seeing abilities from the Eyes themselves. The gray cat nodded her head in assent to Dove's words and then finally spoke, voice rising to be heard. "Everyone please! Listen to Dovefeather! She is a Seer and knows everything involving the Mother's Eyes." With that she nodded to Dove and waited while her Sister stepped into the water.

It was then that a hyena spoke out, saying that there was no All Mother and that Dove should leave the water! Why... Why that was blasphemy! It was so terrible. Did this poor creature not know of the All Mother's magick? Black made her way from Booker's side to stand next to the hyena. "No no no, you mustn't say such things! Yes, yes, something is wrong but it is because of the All Mother that it is wrong. Listen to Dovefeather, the Mother is not infallible. Perhaps she cries out and taints the pools because something is wrong and she needs our help... Dove's help. She is the Keeper of the Pools and the Seer, let her do what she was born to do." The kitten tried to give a reassuring smile to the hyena and then to the others. They had to understand that Dove knew what she was doing.

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Icy cold water will numb Dovefeather initially, before the cold would cause her muscles to tense and ache. She will find it hard to move through the water with near-frozen limbs. Meanwhile, Giggle will catch a glimpse of a shivering Dovefeather, before the image flashes to a still Dovefeather laying upon the ground. In another flash, Dovefeather is shaking water from her fur. It is unclear what may have happened, or if it will happen.

Giggle let out a shrill cackle of frustration, one that rang out over the water. She'd seen, in a flash, the cat either shivering on the bank--or lying there, dead. At least, she'd looked dead.

The hyena wasn't one to risk herself for others--well, maybe her son, a few close friends, but a zealous cat who was already ignoring her? No.

Yet still she found herself plowing forward with a growl, doing her best to charge in and snag the cat in her jaws, and get back out. She kept her eyes squinted shut, just in case of angry claws, and she also flattened her ears and fired a glare at the brown cat, who was screeching about someone saving her. You're so concerned, why the hell don't you do it?! she wondered.

But a few plowing strides in, and barely chest-deep she could already feel that the water was ice. Her limbs felt the shock of it and she pulled back with a low growl.

"Get out, cat, I won't ask again!"

Her words came harsh, but the insistence was born from worry, not anger.

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