[ It isn't long after Y'shtola's arrival and the subsequent return of her magic when things begin to change. At night, there is a dream of an eclipse, and as the day wanes on she hears more and more of troubled Summoned discussing what came the night prior...and concerns they have that something has changed. For every now and then, someone else murmurs about a dream they encountered, some kind of memory.

And then, well, it happens to Y'shtola too. She cannot lie and say she wasn't angling to try and see such a phenomena for herself, but at least the first time it is only a passing glance. Things seem to grow more and more convoluted, as even the Horizon is not safe from such a thing. She could, of course, hole herself up in the library and look for mentions of this. So, too, could she ask some of the locals, even if they seem not to be affected by what's going on. But as Thorne begins to demand that no one leave the castle walls, she finds that she isn't inclined to share her growing fascination or her inclination to know what else is happening.

Instead, she goes to find Thancred.

She doesn't think he's already slipped out - though she wouldn't be shocked if he had, frankly - and so while it takes some time for her to find him, it, thankfully, doesn't take her too long. She finds Thancred near the outskirts of the North Wing, coming close but not touching him. ]

If you've time, we should speak.

[ Which is the Y'shtola equivalent of not just hello, how are you but also not...really a suggestion. She keeps walking, heading far enough away that they might not be immediately overheard, should someone chance upon them. And she waits until he's joined her to ask: ]

I'm certain you've heard of the complaints around Thorne from the other Summoned. Have you been subjected to anything peculiar yet?