It struck Illyana then that, for the first time in her life, she had shown and mentioned her deformity to strangers and that they had not recoiled in fear or confusion. Lucien had seen it and never mentioned it until now, never questioned it, and neither had the others. She doubted it was from Lucien's influence. Faolan, in particular, seemed completely unaffected by her difference and she could sense absolutely no reaction from him at its mention. It was...refreshing to be among people who did not look at her like she belonged behind a glass case.

She opened her mouth, slowly, and began to stammer a nervous answer to Lucien's question, when Aurel's voice cut her off. She was glad for it though, because his words were comforting and reassuring. She even tried a little smile, though it probably looked like a frown to those who didn't know her well. 

When she turned back to Lucien, there was a new confidence in her gaze and her voice, though it was still strained from all the tears she had spilled. [color=598527]"I don't really...ever talk about it, but..."[/color] she paused a moment, just trying to gather her thoughts. Despite their reassurance, it was still strange for her to acknowledge her third eye. Her parents never mentioned it with words, only in looks and whispered arguments. She and her sister had spoken about it when they were young, and it had never bothered her when she was with Isy. She supposed now was the time if she was going to get used to discussing it with others...

[color=598527]"It wasn't really a seizure...I mean, not like when someone is epileptic. Just, sometimes when I touch things or people I can...[i]See[/i] things."[/color] She said the word "see" as it if would be spelled with a capital "S". [color=598527]"That's what happened in the house. I touched my sister's barrette and I saw her..."[/color]

Specifically she had seen the back of Isy's head. She was riding in a car, her parent's car, and playing with a doll. There were trees outside of the window, but Illy had been unable to discern anything else during the ride. It was not enough to go on...not yet. She would have to sit with it, see if there was anything else that might help figure out where she was or where she was going.

Faolan, who had been listening in silence from his spot by the driver's seat, added quietly, [color=a36209]"That's why you don't like to be touched."[/color] 

At this revelation, Illyana nodded. [color=598527]"I don't know when it will happen, how powerful it will be...it's hard for me to control."[/color] She dropped her eyes to the floor again and began twisting the handkerchief between her hands. All her life, she had worn gloves outside and avoided touching other people or objects. It was a lonely life, but it was something she had gotten used to. Eventually, she added, [color=598527]"It's not only from touching though. Sometimes it just...happens."[/color] She shrugged slightly at this, having no other way of explaining it. [color=598527]"It happens sometimes when I'm asleep too, and I think that's what the dreams are."[/color] In fact, she knew that's what the dreams were, there was no other explanation.