"I'm beginning to learn that it does," she agreed. Before, Diem would have argued the opposite, that being able to see future events and a predictor of the unseen was a burden and a curse. In the mortal realm, without control over her abilities or any inkling as to what the frequent and painful images meant, she would have given anything to make them go away. Now, she was beginning to see them as the gift they were-- even if they were occasionally inconvenient and dampened the mood. She was also learning that it wasn't the best idea to disregard her visions, and to hear someone encourage her not to do so was all the confirmation she needed to start trying to make sense of what she saw when she saw it. She was far from excited about it, though.<br/><br/>"I know. It's just that everything is always so cryptic, and sometimes I don't even think it means anything. One time, I saw a gas station employee steal a dollar-fifty out of the cash register to buy a sweet tea from a McDonald's. Not quite sure what I was supposed to do with that." Diem smirked. It did occur to her-- now, at least-- that she was unfocused and often she tore herself away from her visions to because it was painful to control them. It was a habit that she had broken, but what she saw rarely ever made sense . . . not until it was too late, anyway.<br/><br/>The two were chit-chatting when Drake returned with a pendant in hand. She peered down at it inquisitively as he explained its purpose. It would certainly come in handy for . . . Well, everything. The unexpected and abrupt visions would be gone, and she would still have the ability to have vision even if she wasn't wearing it. As he handed it to her, she put it on right away, watching as the jade stone reacted to her energy with a pulse of light. "Thank you," she smiled, both appreciative and grateful to be without the disruption of her foresight. Diem pushed herself up, not wanting to take up more of their time than she already had, but Tina's eyes were glimmering with curiosity. The question she asked made her blush a bit. ". . . Well . . ."<br/><br/>Diem wasn't quite certain how to answer, and fortunately she didn’t have to since Drake came to her rescue. To learn that angels weren’t as modest and prudish as they let on was certainly a surprise. It did make wonder how intimacy with a warrior was, though. It hadn’t occurred to her that the superior strength of his class was an advantage in bed. In fact, she was beginning to suspect that all the races had some kind of sexual perk that heightened and improved their experience as lovers. “Given his abilities, let’s just say that I hope I’ll be in one piece when we’re done.<i>If</i>the opportunity presents itself. That ship might have sailed.” She smirked. “Thanks again for the pendant and the advice—the dress, too. I’ll see you around.” Diem waved, heading out of the door before she got roped into hearing another one of Tina’s vivid accounts of past escapades.<br/><br/>The rest of her day was spent in her room, trying to recall the symbol that she saw while she was in the throes of passion with Maxim. Balls of crumpled paper littered the floor, all sketches that weren’t quite right, or didn’t mean anything when cross referenced with her Runic Symbols book. Lora opened the door and stared down at the messy. She bent down and opened one of the papers, smoothing over the wrinkles that slightly distorted the drawing. “What are you up to?” She asked, turning it this way and that to make an attempt to guess.<br/><br/>“I saw something the other day and I think . . . I’ve just about got it.” Diem turned the pad in her hands around, letting the little blonde examine<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2FWPDMBwJ&amp;hash=d859f05728c25699fa706a0911bc5751" href="https://imgur.com/WPDMBwJ" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">it</a>.<br/><br/>“I’ve never seen that before. It might be something we haven’t learned yet, though.” She replied after a moment of inspecting it. “You could ask one of the upperclassmen, or you could take a trip to Cerebra. They know everything. You can ask for my tutor. His name is Elias.”<br/><br/>“Thanks, Lora.” Diem said, pushing herself up and tugging on her boots.<br/><br/>“He’s a little . . . ehm.<i>Different</i>. He means well, though.” She warned as Diem took off, out of the door and down the hall in a hurry.<br/><br/>On the way, she stopped at Power House, finding Maxim’s room on the third floor. He was surprised to see her, and when he heard that she wanted him to accompany her to Cerebra, he was quick to accept. It seemed that he hadn’t lost all interest, even after her unintentional rejection the night before. She explained what she saw and, like Lora, he didn’t know what the symbol meant. He assured her that someone would know. They passed through the door, immediately noting the difference between the dormitory that belonged to the highly intellectual students of House Cerebra. It was quiet, unlike the rest of the dorms. The main level, which was usually where students met and mingled. In awe she looked around, amazed that the walls were stacked with books from floor to ceiling. After the initial shock wore away, they used the directory to find Elias’s room. His roommate informed them that he was in the lobby where they just were, and the warrior and the seer took on the daunting task of tracking him down.<br/><br/>The bookworms, who weren’t very social, acted as though they’d woken them up from a deep sleep when they approached, appearing shocked and bewildered that they would dare interrupt. “Maybe you should take it to a professor.” Maxim suggested, just as exhausted as she was. “It’ll take us all day to find this guy.” He said, folding his arms across his chest.<br/><br/>“Are you flexing?” Diem asked with a raised brow, noting the way his muscles bulged beneath his black shirt. Seeing his face flush with color was response enough, even though he began to deny it.<br/><br/>“I heard you were looking for me.” A small, frail looking male stated, in his royal blue blazer though it was an off day. Maxim informed her that for members of Cerebra, combat training was not required. Their skills, and genetics, were best suited to critical thinking and complex problem solving.<br/><br/>“Yeah. Lora sent me, I’m Diem.” She said, extending her hand to him. He looked at it for a moment, then looked back up at her. “Um . . . I was wondering if you could take a look at something, tell me what it means.” She said, lowering her hand and reaching in her back pocket where she had the sketch. She showed it to him, and may have taken a split second for him to answer.<br/><br/>“It’s a locator.” He responded simply.<br/><br/>“And that means . . . “ Maxim said.<br/><br/>“Someone is trying to find you or perhaps someone close to you. Do you remember which way it was pointing?” Elias asked, exasperated when she shook her head. “Then you are wasting my time and yours.” He began to walk away. “Judging by the way you drew the locator, pointing downward, someone is trying to find<i>you</i>specifically.”<br/><br/>Diem wasn’t certain who would want to find her, but after their run-in with hunters not long ago, she wanted to be sure that she wasn’t in danger or anyone else. She would take it to the headmaster to find out.