The quiet roar of a distant waterfall echoed through the labyrinthine caves, a sound so familiar and comforting to Aislinn's fin-like ear.
She sat, meditating, on the small, grassy island resting in the middle of a small, underground river, its waters flowing slowly, calmly, so far from its source. A small harp rested at her side.
A thought, gently brushing her against conscious as lightly as breath, caused her to stir. Her fin-ear twitched, a tiny jolt bolting down her spine. Her golden eyes flashed open.
Green. Trees. Long golden strands. The pulse of a red beat. A strangely familiar abstract blur of a face, its color royal blue. Dancing orange blades.
The vision clearing as quickly as it began, Aislinn blinks away the spots, her face contorting cutely in confusion. Without thinking, but more out of sensing instinct, Aislinn looks in the direction of a forest she'd never seen or heard of. A forest that is the start of a grand destiny.