“What is it?”
“I’ve seen you at my mother’s grove. In my visions. Have you been there?”
“I…No.”
She nodded slowly. “No. You’re right. Your hair was different in my vision. I’m sorry. I was hoping you had news of my mother. I haven’t seen her in some time.”
“I’m sorry, no.”
She looked around the room. “I’m very fond of Sid. Will she be here soon?”
“I believe so.”
“Good,” she said then smiled happily. “It’s hard to find such honest souls. Again, I’m sorry to bother you,” she said then turned and left.
Flidas’ manner unnerved me, but she was right about one thing. I turned and gazed at the flames. Honest souls were in short supply.