This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Pyralis' expression fell, smoothing over into impassive ice as she gazed quietly at her son. She'd never really known what to make of his gifts. She knew she would die but certainly not any time soon. She was strong and healthy and far more willful than even her family knew. Besides, how did she know these were really visions and not just vivid dreams? She sighed. Pyralis felt she should've been the first to believe in her son's abilities but she had fallen more and more out of belief to the point that she just cast it aside altogether. Nothing had happened. Nothing struck her down. The sky was still clear and bright and the weather beautiful.

"Ashiel, it was probably just a dream. As you can see I'm fine and besides your fever could be making your dreams more vivid than usual. It's probably nothing."