I heaved in a breath. "Maybe you merely imagined it?"
Sonika's mouth curled up, a smile more on professionalism rather than that of fondness. "We had most definitely not imagined it. In fact, Visaria here foretold of your arrival a day before. She spoke of a golden-haired daughter of Laevis that would change nature's course—for better or for worse."
She must have noticed the confusion on my face, for she continued with, "Ah, Visaria is a seeress, no one rivals her capabilities."
"Right," I pursed my lips; I guess that explained why she sometimes looked as though she's stuck in a trance, "I see."
Ilvo huffed. "I suppose that's the last of your questions, Princess?"
I nodded. "Affirmative, thank you for feeding my curiosity."
"Good," Visaria beamed, putting her palms together, "we shall allow you some time to process all this new information as I assume that it's not easy. For now, we should call it a break and have snacks—"
