Person: @nylathriasoulseer Location: Mercury's Bazaar, Progress Day She hadn't really talked about it with anyone yet, what had happened that night on the moors that had led to a six month endeavor away from home. But if there was anyone she wanted to run it by, it was Nyla. Was Progress Day the place to unload all of that information? Probably not, but as they stroll the booths and watch all the fanfare, she thinks they've got time. "I had a vision, like not a 'I think I left my keys' gut feeling, a full on vision." She explains as they walk, small smile playing across her lips. It had been horrific at the time, sure, but it'd happened and she'd survived and to say she was a little more confident in her abilities now was an understatement.