Tao took the cup and looked intently into it. A wet blob looked back. But she took a breath, sucking the grassy, floral scent of the tea in, and held it for a count before exhaling slowly. She looked again into Cam’s cup and saw more now than just leaves: brief flashes and glimmers, glimpses of scenes yet to come. Most of the images were dark and indeterminate blurs, but a few small and clear images she was able to catch hold of just long enough. These she fixed in her mind; remembering, comprehending.
