Bjorn spoke of strange, intriguing things. Jetta listened with interest, her weary blue eyes focused intently on his face. Clearly her vision had struck a chord within him. Jetta’s pink lips parted as she considered this. Though the rest of her family often doubted the truth of her visions, Jetta had always fervently believed in them, whether they appeared to come true or not.

A nervous smile twitched across her mouth when Bjorn spoke of demons, then quickly faded when she realized he was not joking. “You saw what few others have seen,” she admitted solemnly. “Had I been in your hooves, I would have thought something similar. I can only imagine what it is like to witness.” Jetta sighed. As defensive as she was of her visions, they were a great burden and it could be frightening not to know when the next one would strike. Sometimes Jetta even wondered if the next would be her last.

She offered Bjorn a tired smile. “I must say, Bjorn, it brings me relief to hear that you are familiar with seers. My family have never met another like me, so they think I am just ill. Perhaps I am.” She chuckled. “But I must also tell you… please don’t take what I said to heart, particularly if it brings you pain or fear. I find that my visions are never quite so much a promise of what is to come, as a hint of what could come.”

She eyed him carefully to see how she would respond, and whether he would confirm her hunch. “I am intrigued, though… Do you know the stallion I saw?”