The firelight flickered in the darkness, casting shadows on the faces of those who huddled around it for warmth. Looking at those faces, she knew that it was not just the firelight that was casting the shadows. Wiggling her toes into the sand, she tried to push away all the things that had made them come here in the shadows folded by the mages who had huddled around them to cast their complex spells. The hurt around her came in throbs that traveled to her through the sand and pushed up into her toes casting those pains onto her heart. There was nothing that she could do to push these shadows away or to chase out the terrors huddling in the creased faces. She wanted to talk about the hurt that the sand was sending her, but she had long ago learned that the world of suffering, shadow and fear was not a place that most people could see or feel even though it was wrapped around them tightly. Considering the mages for a moment, she wondered if they could sense that other world or if their magic was something altogether different. Magic wasn’t something that she had access to, but she could not sit here and feel the fear that tormented them while doing nothing more than listening to the sand. Standing up and casting her eyes about, she struggled to understand what she was seeing around her.