The people seek a vision to prevent a blight.
ZINA
"Fionna?" Zina said, her voice well conveying her shock. She stared at the Red Sister as if trying to search for some familiarity when it was the truth that when she had been acquainted with Fionna, she had been very well blind.
But that didn't stop her from searching the woman's face for her deceit, or the fact that this could be a terrible dream.
The Red Sister rolled her eyes as if she found Zina incredibly boring. She was still carrying the porcelain jar in her hands carelessly.
"I guess the fortune teller was onto something. I wouldn't say you're at a position that women dream of, but you're not exactly as you were before Zina WolfKnight."
Zina gasped. "Are you truly Fionna?
"I understand that we weren't exactly best of friends while growing up, but don't tell me you've forgotten the fact that I joined the Red Sisters."
