Lily was stunned to silence. Prophecy, divination -- these were very, very tricky things to master with any reliability. Even some of the most revered sages of Equestria often got fortune-telling wrong, and that was about major, world-altering events. Yet here was this crippled, blind, old batpony who casually prophesied that she’d be coming to the Rookery to pay him a visit, which she'd only decided to do, like, two hours ago.