" Greetings. O blessed one. I've been awaiting your arrival." The voice was deep and poised, but wasn't issued from anywhere. It spoke directly into their minds, as if projected somehow.
When Jafar and Zarqa recovered enough from their shock, they turned to each other, as though to make sure they were not hallucinating the voice.
They weren't.
" Blessed one?" Jafar finally asked curiously and the ginormous fish answered.
" Indeed, for that lass has been gifted with an unparalleled blessing, one desired by most, and bestowed only upon few."
Zarqa tilted her head at the fish as if trying to deduce something out of its shape, not that she could think of anything other than how glorious and beautiful it was. " You know of my visions?"
" It's a matter of interest for us who wield certain powers," said the fish. " We find ourselves most piqued by those who were given such privileges as yours."
