Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

Cecil frowns at her toying nature, however he waits patiently for her to continue. If she will.

Which to the ebony males relief she does. He is surprised by her revelation, he has known of visions. However, knowing what might come to pass has never been a blessing in his eyes. He knew of a council-woman once, who had visions. She forsaw the death of someone close to the Commander once, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her warning had caused the death, yet there was no way for her to know until it was to late.

She had killed herself the following day.

Cecil looked away from her, "What a burden." He stated it simply, with melancholy in his tone. "Fate is a fickle thing, however I doubt I have to tell you that." Cecil closed his eyes, shrouding his amber orbs. "Do you believe our predetermined encounter was for our good? Or our downfall?" He wasn't sure she would have the answer, or even if he wanted to know the answer. Yet he couldn't help but ask futher, perhaps that was fate too.