With a better sense for 'Stella' you are able to scry on her more easily. Her days are composed of travel through the plains along the edge of a forest; her nights of sleeping inside the forest, typically high up in a tree. Her belongings and equipment lead you to believe that she is a magic user of some sort, although of what specialty, if any, you are not sure. Her resemblance to you and your mother is striking, although you remind yourself that you are only scrying on a visual description. These things are, as you well know, easily faked.

Three more days pass, and you are still not able to re-summon an image of ... her. You feel guilty about not acting upon first contact, and fear that you might have lost your only chance ... lost...

The night of the fifth day of travel back to Glenzor, the erratic flame of the cookfire is unnerving ... leaping flame ... red flame...

You fail to make dinner well that night, but it does not matter to the others. As you walk away from the cookfire, they descend on dinner like ... like...

While the others are eating, you manage to conjure your mother's image once again...