"Alright, though I do wish to learn at once," she told him. She wanted to be of help. She took one last look around, then gave a small start of surprise. She rushed back to where she had started and lifted a rather large and foreboding looking tome from the grass. "What is this doing here?" she asked, surprised. She hadn't been carrying it, she had long since memorized the parts that had yet to happen. She did begin cleaning off grass and largely imagined dew, however. She would never leave any book in the grass like that; but especially not this Book. Her Book of Prophecies. Other that her Chirithy, it was the last physical thing given to her by her Master. And like Chirithy, all the Foretellers had one of their own as well. It was something that bound them together, as did their shared history.

She hugged the large tome to herself. "I don't understand why it is here," she admitted.