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what futures may come;
May. 13th, 2014 12:47 am The cure for illness that had taken hold of her early in her Golden Age had left her with the faintest ability to tell what might come. She would that it were more useful-- it had helped at times, yes, but she was still unable to interpret things nearly as well as she should and so much of what came to her came in fitful starts.
At the moment, startled from sleep, she isn't certain if the glint of steel and battlefield shouts are of past, present, or future. When the headache follows in its wake, she knows it is a foretelling.
Slipping out of her bed is a careful thing, for she truly doesn't want to wake Caspian. It's harder to focus on such things when she's not alone.
Soon enough, though, her presence would be missed, and when he sought her the king would find her standing on the balcony, frowning at the stars.
At the moment, startled from sleep, she isn't certain if the glint of steel and battlefield shouts are of past, present, or future. When the headache follows in its wake, she knows it is a foretelling.
Slipping out of her bed is a careful thing, for she truly doesn't want to wake Caspian. It's harder to focus on such things when she's not alone.
Soon enough, though, her presence would be missed, and when he sought her the king would find her standing on the balcony, frowning at the stars.
