Caitlighn sits bolt upright in her bunk with a gasp. She lifts her hands up, looking at them. With a startled squeak, she shakes the fire from them as she looks to see how badly burnt the bunk was. After being reassured it was only mild scorching, she looks at her hands again, sans fire.

The dreams were back - of the strange shadowy figure. The anger and fury were so palpable, her own connection to fire responded. Was it her in that dream? No, that can't be it.... Who - or what - is she dreaming about? This was no spirit walk but it sure felt like one.

Cait slides out from under the now darkened covers, pulling her gear on. She sighs, picking up a few things before heading out into the wee hours of the cold morning. The shamaness heads to a secluded area outside of the city walls, settling in for some much needed meditation. That nightmare left her unbalanced with the elements...