Zera had to help her friends get back in their grip. She had yet to fully grasp what they were against, but Zera was counting it to be some sort of witch or wizard. One of those who were capable of leaving people closed to being drugged.
It was no easy feat, but Zera managed to get her company to come back to the present before she started seeing a white dress and heard a dry laugh.
The ends of the dress slightly revealed a foot in silver color. Zera imagined a woman stepping out in shades of silver and a crown on top of her head.
The long wait was over. Zera almost jumped right out of her skin when the same mental image she had stepped out from the shadows.
"Is that a…" Astherielle trailed off. She was clearly shooked.
"A fairy? A witch?" Beatrix asked.
"A dryad?" Jaspreth suggested.
