Sometimes she sees things. They range between the briefest image to the most vivid of visions, featuring foreign faces and strange voices. It was the sort of thing that used to have her hide under piles of blankets in broad daylight, bidding for night to come so these sights would come to her while she was ( at least ) unconscious.
It's rare for her to meet people from these premonitions. Despite getting them so often there was usually nothing she could do about them. This was a fact she had grown used to— her apathy crumbles in the slightest when she runs into the fairy girl.
Without thinking she reaches forwards, her hand delicately tugging at the other woman's wrist. ❝Don't go there. —It will only end in demise.❞