The Voice remained quiet, and for that Kelty was truly grateful. It was not often she had peace and quiet, and solitude was a vague dream, something she remembered now only from her childhood, those early years before...

"Focus," she whispered. "Clear your mind. Find your centre."

Kelty kicked off her boots, and stood barefoot in the snow. The chill stung the soles of her feet, but she did her best to ignore it. If this was going to work, she needed to be rooted to the ground.

"Here goes nothing," she whispered, and her breath turned to fog as her eyes began to blaze.