|There's no reason they would need to speak to me. I don't have anything to do with Mortanne's chosen if I can help it. I'm for Serranai, if I must declare for one of the Mothers.|

She's pensive. Nearly nine years in the future? Knowing that she doesn't live that long? What good will it--

Chris gasps suddenly, and claps both hands over her ears. She can feel/hear a droning hum and it seems to be getting louder or more forceful. She falls to her knees, unable to hear the cry from her own lips... just that awful pressing drone.