The 10th of Eyre, Mayla's evening entry.

Glancing out a shabby window of a otherwise unknown building, Mayla kept one eye through some buildings between her and a glimpse at the distant Portal 7. She set aside her main journal, and reached for a smaller one. Her shorthand, secret language began to write, but this is what it said.
 
"Today was off to such a good start too. Things were seeming under control enough that I might've been able to leave the city for a while, maybe even head back to familiar lands for a break from this city's weight. These damn Dauntless."
 
She paused and thumbed over the main journal where some other notes were scribbled then rubbed her temple with her left hand as she continued in her smaller journal.
 
"I've never felt pain and panic like that. Seems like none of us had. Never in our waking hours certainly. For our collective to all feel our Quori selves feel blinded with this...image. For it to bleed over even into..." She looks up to look at the portal again.
 
"The rest are reflecting, trying to connect through meditation and whatever other means they have to calm themselves and check their real connections for info. Since I have the clearest image, I am sent to figure out who these people are...track them. Find out their part in this crystal mess."
 
"The last thing we need are new players in this problem. But why now are they in Thelaris...what are they up to."
 
She taps the end of her pencil to her lips in thought, before closing the smaller journal and tucking it away into the folds of her outfit. With a long final look at the Portal that spanned a few moments, she yawned and stretched. A hand gently touched her shoulder behind her, she reached up a hand to hold it briefly. No words were said out loud, but she rose and moved to retire to a small bed elsewhere in the room. The figure sat down and took up the watch as she rested for whatever the next day would bring.