'It was you? You were there when I was a baby.' The girl's breathy question betrays her sudden emotions. 'How did you know it was me? That I was adopted?' Her confusion is endearing somehow, and I sigh, experiencing an unfamiliar surge of empathy for her.
'You look so much like her. Only the daughter of an Elvin woman could look like you and possess the ability in such a huge dose like you have. The unearthly beauty is not human, it explains your gift as a seer, coursing from you so brightly that I could sense it from across the room.' I motion for her to follow and head to the chairs that sit crowded in a far corner. Deborah and Cora hesitate, then follow, both still silent and ignorant of what visions have passed between us and yet now Deborah knows to fear questioning me. She s becom
