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Well... not YET.... but they still might. Why?

[A shrug]

Just wondering.

Have any of yours?

Yes. All of them except for the ones that don't.

That sounds nice. Except which ones don't?

I dunno which ones don't, well, I do when they don't happen but before that it could be any one of them. There's not a pattern or anything. And sometimes they do happen but they don't work.

Don't work?

Right.

[No, she's not offering further explanation, because she doesn't realize you're asking for one.]

Oh. [She's not asking again, because she thinks you don't want to give one.]

Is there anything I could help with?

[A shrug. Then Riley gets an idea]

I can use you for an experiment!

[She grins. She doesn't mean to sound...sinister. It's not a threat. She's not going to hurt Lucy, not on purpose at least.]

What SORT of experiment?

Not a bad kind.

Well... I GUESS it might be okay?

What's your favorite kind of flower?

Bluebells, I suppose; they always look so sad.

Bluebell. Got it.

[Now she focuses her attention at the ground, staring hard at a point between Lucy's legs]

[Lucy stares at the ground, too, wondering if anything will happen.]

Almost always, not to mention quite a few of other peoples' as well.

[Riley's eyes brighten considerably. Maybe he can explain her powers then! Things she wants, things she wishes, things she simply imagines seem to happen. Sometimes immediately, sometimes with time. It's not always true and it doesn't always work out the way she's planned and she still doesn't know what's calling it. Even the "gods" of the realm she's in don't understand her. But maybe, if it happens to him too, maybe he can explain it]

Really?!

Mm-hm. Can be a little annoying sometimes, but mostly useful.

Do you know how it works then?! Can you tell me?!

[Even Wexna couldn't tell her, and Wexna knows everything]

You have that happen to you?

*He's a bit surprised*

Well, for me, it's because I'm a djinn.

Yes! All the time!

[Her excitement dies away as he keeps talking and her face falls]

Oh. I'm not one.

[So she's not closer to an answer]