The jungle bustles with life, from the colorful birds, to the dark green palms, to the buzzing insects within the jungles canopy. Björn finds himself within the shadows of the canopy, the soft murmur of the insects, lull him into a sound midmorning nap. The memories pop into his mind in vivid colors, sounds, and images fill his dreams. He can feel the soft embrace of his mother as she bids him a final farewell. Her voice is soft and caresses his ears with every word. My Björn, my Bera she whispered. His chest clinches involuntarily, which wakes him from his sleep.

Glacial eyes close for a brief moment, savoring the moment, savoring her memory. The approach of hooves draw him from his thoughts, he glacial eyes open to find Wade approaching through the jungle shadows. Björn nods as Wade informs him that his mother wishes to speak with him. He follows Wade through the Jungle, his glacial eyes search the shadows. The soft gurgle of water over mossy rocks reach his ears, yes, this is the perfect place for her to gather her strength. The sun filters through the canopy over head to throw a soft halo glow around Jetta. The weary look has left her body but it still remains within her crystal blue eyes.

Wade retreats a short distance away and leaves them alone to speak. Björn peers out beneath his shaggy ebony mane, his glacial eyes fill with curiosity. What has she to tell him today? A smile touches his pink lips as she speaks. "Good morning," he says with a gentle nod of his head. "Nah, I was just having a short nap when Wade came to retrieve me." he answers. His glacial eyes search her weary eyes, curious of what other prophecies would leave her lips in the months to come. He has seen many mystical and unexplainable things including seers, shamans, and healers. She did not need to explain her gifts to him.

"Of course, I would of been a fool to turn away someone of your gifts," he says in a serious tone. "It is the way of gods. They have sent you, a sjáandi, to warn me of what is to come," his glacial eyes search her weary ones, all he finds his regret clouding her crystal eyes. "Please, do not feel sorry, you do not know when your visions will strike you down," he says with a knowing nod. "I must ask your forgiveness..." he pauses as he searches her white face. "I assumed you had brought demons with you and that your demons would possess my home."

Translation:
sjáandi: seeress