The air was still and cool and the only sound to be heard were the echoes of footsteps as Mobius walked slowly, deliberately, one foot in front of the other as if walking on a tight rope. She was drawn, as she had been several times recently, to walk the streets of the city at night - alone and mostly overlooked. Her cellphone handy for light, and a map of the city referenced frequently, as she traced pathways of her journey. She could feel, if only ever so subtly, the pull of energy which was simultaneously earthly and supernal. She lacked the ability yet to see the blue-green veins of the earth, much to her consternation. The task of mapping ley lines was much trickier by unseen sense alone, but it was all her mastery (or lack thereof) of the Prime arcana would allow her.

Following her sense, she found herself in a quad of sorts. Nestled between four commercial buildings, two of which appeared long abandoned. Here stood a lone tree surrounded by bricks and covered with mulch. A maple of some sort? Mobius wasn't sure. But nevertheless it appeared well alive, considering the time of year. It seemed odd somehow, but she pressed on, unimpeded. Tracing a line with her finger on the map, she continued in the direction her experience had taught her was the likely path for ley lines. Not fifteen feet out, she could feel the pulse of the earth weakening. This wasn't the way.

"That's weird..." She muttered aloud. Hazel eyes quickly found themselves focusing on that peculiar tree once more. Closing her eyes, for a bit longer than a standard blink, she focused her thoughts and opened them once more. The unmistakable semblance of supernal resonance hung heavy from the tree, swirling and coalescing at its trunk. Despite her focus, she couldn't determine its origin, or its make up. She approached the tree cautiously - just a few steps away - and tugged at the threads of time, hoping for a revelation. But time resisted. There was nothing to show. Warded? Could be. Mobius took just a half step closer and prepared to press her will just a bit harder, but then a different sense interrupted her concentration. She looked around the quad desperately.

Something was watching her, but she couldn't catch sight or sense of it. Instinctively she backed from the tree with a hop.

Her footsteps echoed once more. Quickly this time, out of the quad and into the night.

Discretion is the better part of valor, she thought.