Prince Benjamin began sharing what the experience had been like, speaking animatedly and gesturing with his hands. I leaned back in my chair, resting my head against the headrest. My soul felt tired yet…satisfied. My mana was calm, and my mind was clear.
"The strangest thing was that it was raining," the prince said, looking around the table, "It's only rained twice in the eighteen years I've been alive."
"What do you think it means?" Belisa asked.
He shook his head. "I don't know. Things seemed rather dour throughout the rest of the vision. I learned of a whole host of potential problems we might face. Maybe it's a symbol of more sorrow to come."
"Like a metaphor?" Elise asked. She gave me a side-long look.
"Maybe it means we'll have prosperity! Rains always bring a bountiful harvest," Belisa said.
"Or, maybe it means it's going to rain," I muttered, rubbing my horn tiredly.
Benjamin chuckled, only to sober up as he realized I wasn't joking. He cleared his throat.
