Looking on, Meesei could guess that Lunise was surprised by her mother, and she supposed it made sense. Lunise had never spoken in detail about Nytala before, so Meesei did not truly know what kind of a woman she was. Or at least, what Lunise remembered her to be. The Psijics were quite different from most other groups in Tamriel, even the Altmer themselves. They had chosen to isolate themselves, even before removing their island from Tamriel, precisely because of their growing divergence in culture from the rest of the Altmer. Over two centuries among them may have made Nytala into a strikingly different woman from what Lunise remembered. 

"It is hard to describe exactly, but I have seen the...broad strokes of your life. Scrying can only show me so much, and not always what I choose to seek." Nytala answered, still smiling despite Lunise's worry. She interrupted herself briefly and gestured over to a small, flat area near the sand with two benches that looked out over the water. "Let's sit down, we have time."

"I know you have grown accomplished in your career." Nytala continued once she was settled down. "I will admit, that did have me worried for you for a century or so, but the closer in time we came to the present, the clearer my sight became. I know you have grown in wisdom to catch up to your knowledge and power. Now, you work against the forces that seek to bring harm to the mortal plane. I will admit, I've found myself...jealous of you at times. Even though I can see the likely futures ahead of us, I am not free to act in the ways you can. In the ways you are."