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Could she be as powerful as her grandfather?
Syssi was reluctant to even mention the possibility. Annani seemed determined not to step into the Eternal King's shoes even if they were offered to her on a golden platter.
Hey, maybe that was the symbolism of the golden vase she'd seen in her vision.
Right.
Visions were so damn tricky.
Annani lifted a plate of cookies and offered them to her. “Is there anything else you want to add about that vision?”
Squinting, Syssi tried to remember if she'd forgotten to mention anything of interest. “I can't think of anything, but maybe something will come to me later.” She took a cookie and bit a small piece of it.
“It's delicious. Who made it?”
Annani smiled. “Ojidu, but the recipe is courtesy of Lusha.” She turned to look at Kian. “She is such a lovely young woman. I wish we could keep her in the village. From what I hear, a certain young pureblood is interested in her.”
“It was Lusha's choice to return to Safe Haven.” Kian snatched a cookie off the plate. “There is no future for her and Pavel. Not unless we figure out how to activate her recessive Kra-ell genes. He has another thousand years of life ahead of him, while she has less than a century.”
Annani sighed. “That is regrettably true.” She turned to Syssi. “What was your second vision about?”
Syssi put the teacup down. “What impressed me the most about this vision was its clarity. It was much more cohesive than my other visions, and I think Allegra had something to do with it. I was in her room when I induced the vision. She was asleep, but perhaps her presence was enough to enhance my ability.”
Annani smiled proudly. “My granddaughter is special. I have no doubt that she will do great things for the clan one day.”
Kian groaned. “I just wish she could have a normal life. I don't want to place the burden of leading the clan on her shoulders.”
Annani arched a brow. “Are you angry with me for putting this burden on your shoulders?”
He shook his head. “I accepted it willingly. This is what I was born to do.”
“Precisely.” Annani nodded. “When Allegra comes of age, she will decide whether she wants to lead. It might be what she was born to do as well.”
“I think I know what she will decide, and I'm not happy about it.”
Syssi leaned over and put a hand on his knee. “There is plenty of time to worry about that. She might decide to be a musician for all we know.”
That got a smile out of Kian. “I hope she does that.”
“That would be lovely.” Annani turned to Syssi. “Now, tell me about your vision.”
Syssi nodded. “The second vision took place in a large reception hall, and by large, I mean cavernous. I estimate it was an area of about three thousand square feet, give or take a couple of hundred, and the ceiling was at least forty feet high. It was supported by thick pillars with fancy capitals but not in any style I'm familiar with. Again, there were no windows, but the illumination came from torches this time. Three torches were attached to each column, so there was plenty of light. A goddess sat on a throne-like chair on top of a low dais. She was as bright as the one from the previous vision, but she wasn't the same female. Her bearing was different, although also regal. She wore a toga-style pure white dress, gathered at the shoulder and secured with a golden clasp.”
“Were there any other people with her?” Annani asked.
“A scribe sat next to one of the columns, recording what the petitioners asked for and the goddess's replies. I couldn't understand the language, but I got the impression that they were asking for a blessing. The goddess gave the first couple some good news and put her hands on their heads. I forgot to mention that they had been on their knees in deep obeisance. They seemed very happy with what she told them, but the next petitioner wasn't. Another thing that I forgot to mention was that the petitioners were all gods. I couldn't see the scribe, but I assume she was also a goddess.”
Annani tilted her head. “Perhaps this vision was about the past. What did the scribe use for writing?”
“Something that looked like a stylus or a quill, but I didn't see ink. She sat on a pillow on the floor and had a little wooden table to write on. It was the size of a lap desk. She wrote in a book, though, not a scroll. It was bound in some material I didn't recognize and was big.”
“What about the gods' glow? Did the petitioners emit any?” Annani asked.
“No, and thank you for reminding me. I forgot that part. All three were exceptionally beautiful, which was how I knew they were gods, but the couple didn't have a glow at all, and the god that came after them had a little. If the vision was from Anumati, then the couple were commoners, and the guy was some minor noble.”
“That is possible,” Annani said. “Although I still do not understand why the commoners on Anumati have no glow. Are they all depressed?”
“That is not likely,” Kian said. “Perhaps it has something to do with nutrition. The nobility might have access to some elixir that the commoners do not.”
