“You've already guessed what my magic is, though that isn't too surprising- mind reading is an interesting guess.” Aisa said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Not a mind-reader, then.</span>Kindle thought, with—she would have been ashamed to admit— more than a little bit of relief. The woman did not like to feel as though her thoughts were exposed. A person’s mind is their last resort.<br/><br/>“I... hope that didn't make you uncomfortable; it's not mind reading. I'm just... taking information from conversations we might have had. It... helps to skip conversations that would slow things down.”<br/><br/>The seasoned soldier’s eyes lit with curiosity. Did that mean, in the future, Kindle told—<span style="font-style: italic">would tell</span>—Aisa that she had initially guessed the girl was a mind reader? What if Kindle never mentioned it? Would it change the past or only the future? Would skipping conversations now mean they would never have them?<br/><br/>Aisa pushed away the doubt on her face with a big grin, and Kindle was struck by just how child-like she was. How did someone who knew their entire future, along with every person they would ever be, remain so absolutely innocent? Kindle shook her head to clear it of such questions.<br/><br/>"They assume that Oracles are all blind... it is nice, meeting someone who at least questions the rumours.” Aisa said, helping Kindle back into the present.<br/><br/>“I question everything,” Kindle said with a hint of a smile, but the little girl didn’t seem to register the words. Her round face intensified suddenly and she gazed up at the taller woman sharply.<br/><br/>"Kindle Brant. I have a Prediction for you.”<br/><br/>The sentence sounded odd, as if it came from a machine, not a child. The Firebird stood frozen in place as she waited for the pronouncement.<br/><br/>"You set out for many reasons, not least of which is in search of what might remain of your family. Before this ship loses sight of land, another of your blood will set foot on the deck.”<br/><br/>Kindle remained frozen, ignoring the noise around her, the older woman’s sharp green eyes focused on the milky ones of the child.<br/><br/>“This I Predict.”<br/><br/>The Firebird felt her insides twist with the reminder of old pain. All of her family had perished in the last war. She had buried them. Spoke at their funerals. Mourned.<br/><br/>Who could this relative be? The Firebird’s clan had been tightly nit, she had known all of them… or had she?<br/><br/>Finally the commotion broke through Kindle’s thoughts and she turned from Aisa to see what was undeniably a huge teleport. But who had the power to manage it with out a saturated zone? Kindle shrugged off the question, too distracted by what the little seer had told her.