Illyana stepped forward at Lucien's answer, not aggressively, but she had her eyes on the card. [color=598527]"In your pocket...?"[/color] She asked. This was far from proof of Geralt's powers, but it would help to reinforce his validity if he had left each of them with a reminder of their visit with him. Suddenly, a wave of information hit her; not a reminder, a marker...

[color=598527]"Would you mind if I...had a look?"[/color] She asked, and held out her hand for the card before Lucien had a chance to respond.

Lucien looked down at the card in his hand, shrugged, and handed it over, [color=burlywood]"Not at all."[/color]

Illyana took the card, and as soon as her fingers made contact with it, she let out a sharp gasp and dropped it to the floor. Her other hand flew to her forehead, which had been obscured with her hat, as usual. [color=598527]"Ah..."[/color] She moaned, and hunched a little as a wave of nausea and a throbbing headache appeared in her system. She laid her fingers against her forehead and could feel the eye twitching and rolling in its socket under her closed eyelid.

A flash of something; Lucien and a man...Geralt, standing close together, their faces merely centimeters apart. A slick smile spread itself across the magician's lips as he leaned in, his hand hidden behind his back.

She took a step away from Lucien, clearly in pain, her eyes shut tight. As quickly as the fit had appeared, the vision left her, but the nausea and migraine remained.