"There aren't words to describe it. It's like... describing the color of something with sound."

Here, finally, Terra stopped in her tracks, still grasping at something that wasn't there, her eyes closing for concentration. It was a dangerous action for the scenario, or would be were Terra another person, but what anxiety she felt had nothing to do with the late hour. Or, for once, her company.

She stood there, almost as though hanging in place, while her senses tried to pick out that distant Well, and what lingering shades of it the true Illidan had dragged this way. It was difficult for her to explain the causes, but even as far away as they were, her lips parted so she could breathe in behind hard teeth. As if it were an olfactory offense, yet having no scent.

"I feel... a sort of dread about it." There was a strain to her expression, her hand grasping phantoms. "Like... coming upon a tree with a rotted base. Not rotten, but... knowing that it will fall, not knowing when. And yet... it's not like that at all."

Her hand dropped and Terra exhaled like a morning wind, her shoulders sagging and her head shaking from side to side. "I'm sorry. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe it's... only that way to me."