And yet…

And yet, Tilda had not received it.

“You believe me,” Paciencia stated, stiffening.

“Yes, yes,” Tilda answered quickly, her left hand flailing as if she could wave the uncertainty away. “The question is, why only you?”

Paciencia felt relief wash over her. Worse to her than the vision and what it meant was the possibility that someone, especially her beloved Tilda, would think she were capable of fabricating it.

“Quite the quandary,” Tilda added solemnly. Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled and there was a gleam in her eye. “I wonder if the Seer has …”

Before she could finish speaking, the older woman’s eyes stared blankly into space.

Paciencia knew the look well. Tilda was seeing something. Was she finally receiving the vision, too? Then Paciencia gasped, the involuntary inhale she always had when she was swept into dream state. No, this wasn’t her vision at all. This was….