Something didn't seem right to Zeme. Something was disturbed in the world of the elements. She found herself wandering aimlessly through the streets by Storm's old house, looking for the source of her unease. Once she reached the burnt shell of a house she paused, turning to it.

There had been white flames here, hadn't there?

Zeme's lips pursed as she examined the damage. Her eyes glowed a touch. Little green rivers forming in the mostly brown irises. They looked like green rivers, cutting and flowing through a deep brown plain. She felt a flash of something odd. Something she hadn't felt before. It was.... a premonition? No, those were of the future, and this.. this was from the past. She saw a flash of fire. Felt the choking from the smoke.

Her soft leather boots crunched on the charred Earth as she approached the house. It had been disturbed, she could see that. People had investigated. A crouch to her knees and she put her hands to the Earth trying to read what could have happened there, but it spoke little. Still traumatized. She frowned, wrapping her arms about herself.

Zeme stayed there a long while, trying to put together the pieces of what she had felt, seen. But, sadly, nothing came... she wasn't even sure who had lived in this house, and why such a fire would be here. She stood, albeit slowly, and went on her way.