This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Ashiel's brow wrinkled and he scowled at his mother. "You know about my visions, mother. Do you honestly think I would leave my daughter and come all this way if something bad wasn't about to happen? Why would you even ask me such things? We need to get back to Risen now!" Grumbling, Ashiel stumbled to his feet. Nothing was making sense and his mother wasn't helping matters. If she had any sense she'd leave him and take a message back to Risen. He shook out his head trying to gain some clarity. He was tired and light-headed but he'd had enough of lying around.

"Talk"