This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Pyralis sighed and using her fore paws pushed her son back down into a laying position. "You're being ridiculous. Of course something is happening. There have been tremors in Boreas lately, strange flocks of birds, boiling water, and more besides. Everyone knows something is amiss visions or not." She pulled away from Ashiel, setting on the opposite side of the den, closer to the entrance. "I've been thinking a lot lately, I've been studying… been testing. I've been wondering, what if my father was just a crazy old man with delusions of grandeur? What if there is a madness that runs in this family? Every 'great act' I can remember could easily be chalked up to coincidence."

She sighed. "Ashiel. By nature this 'vision' of yours has a 50% chance of being right. No, actually a 100% chance of being right because everyone dies. Some sooner, some later."