She was immediately on her guard, which was fair enough. Savino had toyed with the problem of telling people things that would occur often enough to be familiar with both sides; after all, he still hadn’t told his own family about the future (or lack of one) he saw for himself.
Still. This dream had been too confusing to truly untangle, and he felt he could use the subject’s help, if she did not break off in the middle of the waltz and flee the scene. “No, indeed,” he assured her swiftly, “- but I - sometimes I See things, if you understand me - and those are not so like ordinary dreams. And I am quite sure it was your face, something in your future.” He shut his eyes for a split-second to conjure the scene. It had been quite a mess; he struggled for a moment to describe it in English words - and he would stop if she didn’t want to hear it. “But there was a - lot of swirling colour around you, a storm of colour.”
Still. This dream had been too confusing to truly untangle, and he felt he could use the subject’s help, if she did not break off in the middle of the waltz and flee the scene. “No, indeed,” he assured her swiftly, “- but I - sometimes I See things, if you understand me - and those are not so like ordinary dreams. And I am quite sure it was your face, something in your future.” He shut his eyes for a split-second to conjure the scene. It had been quite a mess; he struggled for a moment to describe it in English words - and he would stop if she didn’t want to hear it. “But there was a - lot of swirling colour around you, a storm of colour.”
