Her breath was weary. She didn't want to look anymore, and she was tired.
She felt a little push and she turned around and came face to face with...herself. But herself as she rarely was, her dark nature so plainly showing on her face.
"Go." Ganieda turned away from herself and went forward, feeling a brush of coolness against her flaming skin, and a rustle, as if of wings. The blackness changed, became shiny, like feathers, the fire changed, warding and comforting, like a bonfire.
Ganieda blinked, and thunder rolled, as if she were to give a prophecy.
And she saw the raven clearly before her, and everything made sense again.
Her fists relaxed and so did the rest of her. "Oh," she breathed. "It's you."