"Wise boy." She stated the words with a knowing nod, her head tilted away so a single eye peered out at him. She took pleasure in his response, his knowing that reality and fantasy seldom converged. Such was the way of all things in this world, she thought. But something had brought him to her this day. He had come so willingly, all the excitement of a child but now, he seemed to tip toe forward in curiosity. That excitement had been channeled elsewhere and, eager to feed it, she lowered into a crouch, beckoning him forward to look closer at their shared prize now.
She gave him some moments to himself, peeling back if he desired to look closer. "Power, hunger - they are one in the same." She pawed the skull gently, a claw carressing the curvature of where the eye had once been. "Focus on its eyes - see what it sees in the place beyond this one. Clear your mind and welcome the dead and unborn and their wisdom." All visions could be true. The balance ensured it. Some were but wind but others were tangible things that sought to unfurl around them like spring flowers. Perhaps she had not come to see for herself this day - perhaps this boy had come for a reason.
She waited, as patient as she might be, relaxing slowly in his presence as her eyes traced the space between the skull and he; she breathed in the boy's scent, sought something out though she did not know what. She did not know his essence, a foreign thing, did not know his name nor the place in which he had come. Yet, she had fast become comfortable despite his intrusion. He had presented no threat, his curiosity quite the opposite to such a thing: few ever sought to see beyond their own reality.