Aityo was running for her life as a spinewolf split away from the pack to chase her. Her life-partner had stayed behind to allow her to escape with their child. Her magic was nearly exhausted from trying to pop away from the predators, but they were muddying the Aether too much for her to go far, and now there was only one she didn't think she'd be able to summon up enough to escape even if she had time. She runs around a rocky outcropping hoping that there will be a cave or hidey hold that she can crawl into where the spinewolf can't find her. But there's nothing.
In front of her she sees a group of strangely dressed Sidhe, she's just gone from the spit to the coals. Desperately she tries to pop away, but the wolf is still to close for the amount of magic she has left, so she's left staggering a few paces away from her original position. She feels the magic around her twist as the spinewolf launches it's spines at her. She pops in place hoping to get the timing right so that they appear while she's absent. The Sidhe are fading out, so she only has to try and escape the one predator now, that's a relief.
She's dying, she knows she's dying, she was almost out of magic when she was brought here, where ever here is, and now there's barely enough in the Aether for her to survive if she wasn't depleted. She's vaguely aware that one of the Sidhe has moved her, but she can't feel them in the Aether, and she doesn't have the energy to even pay attention to her surroundings. An agonising amount of time later the Sidhe is suddenly there in the Aether, and they are radiating so much magic that she can finally start to recover. The Sidhe says something she doesn't understand or recognise, which is odd, but she doesn't have enough magic to care. Another Urisk pops in and says something to the Sidhe, before taking them all away somewhere.
Once there she seems to be in a dwelling of some description, though it bears no resemblance to any of the Sidhe outposts that she's seen, maybe these are a different group. These not Sidhe were sitting around and doing absolutely nothing with magic, that's what made her decide that they were not Sidhe. There was only one other that was strong enough to be felt in the Aether, and wasn't that strange, that one also seemed to have some sort of pet that she could sense. She watched them speak to the other Urisk and suddenly they were detectable in the Aether too, when they offered their hand to share magic she suspected that it was a trap, so she tried to ask them. When they didn't show any recognition she tried the Sidhe language, not seeing any recognition from that, the offer of magic was too tempting so she took their hand. As soon as she had enough magic she went around the world and couldn't find anywhere that had anywhere close to the level of magic in the Aether that she was expecting. Maybe they weren't even related to the Sidhe.
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Azaria knelt down by the remains a spinewolf that had been hunting their breeding stock of urisk. She'd been tasked to retrieve the ones that were being hunted or verify their deaths. The Aetheric trail lead to here, but she could see no sign of the female, or any trace of her getting away. It was odd, almost like she disappeared through the Dream, but she couldn't sense any signatures from the higher realms. She also couldn't recognise anything from the other worlds towards the desert, those worlds that don't have enough magic to sustain their lives. Azaria pulls out a crystal and records the signatures of what she can feel, the crystal turning into a ball as it takes on the memory imprint. She'd take it back to the outpost, maybe someone else would recognise it, it could also be related to the appearance of one of the sleepers a while ago, she'd also heard rumours from one of the foraging parties to the shores of the sea of dreams that one of the old gods had been abroad.