Disclaimer: All Valdemar related items in the below story are the possessions of Mercedes Lackey, not me, (hehehe, same disclaimer over and over)

            A/N thanks to reviewers again, etcetera-cat, Fireblade, lori, and bob.  They are awesome, cool, wonderful people.  If you read the story PLEASE review, I like reviews, even mean ones are better than nothing, I guess.  Besides I am blowing off homework to write this, so I would like some feedback ;-)  Oh, and Fireblade was right about it being foresight not foretelling (thanks) so I changed it with the aid of my handy-dandy keyboard commands.:-)

            It had been two days since Elsa's vision in my box stall, but she still hadn't told anyone.  Of course I was so busy being a good white pony, so I didn't have any time to tell anyone either.  Okay, so I lied, I was scared beyond all reason of bespeaking my elders and everybody who knew me knew it.

            I could have reminded my chosen of her promise until I turned blue or maybe green, I like green much more than blue, but she still wouldn't tell anyone if she didn't want to.  I sighed; it was getting dark, time to head inside.  I have always preferred light infinitely to dark.

            I have gotten the distinct feeling that Elsa had been ignoring me for the past two days.  She had even gone to Calvin for math help instead of me!  After I told her how much I love the stuff, I mean sure she probably doesn't need to know the entire life story of  every mathematician whose principles she used, but who knew what would turn out to be useful someday.  If I ever had to face down a riddling math monster I would not fail!

            Of course the chances of ever meeting any kind of math monster, other than in children's night-before exam nightmares were slim, but one could never tell.  With a start I realized I had finally managed to stop obsessing with foresight and the clan.  So much for that though, I wasn't entirely sure whether I would truly rather think about any monsters as I traipsed from my evening grazing to the companion stables, even if it had lightened my mood.

            Another sigh.  I missed my chosen's daily visits.  She hadn't spoken more than three words to me at a time in days, of course that didn't keep me from yapping at her and it certainly wasn't the same as one of her shields, but it wasn't all that much better than the former.

            The clan, all this free time had given me plenty of to ponder them, although for all my efforts I hadn't figured out all that much.  I decided to alphabetize what I had pieced together to distract my wandering mind from the gathering darkness.  I was all the way to 'N' when I jumped nearly out of my skin, and pretty nearly landed on my tail.  Something had moved off to my right, in the shadows of the stable.  I stood frozen, paralyzed by my irrational fear.  The math monsters were after me!  They must have found out I didn't think they were real.

            :Jumping at shadows Asia?: A familiar mind-voice asked me.

            Great, I thought as the other companion stepped fully out of the shadows, I had escaped one of my phobias only to land in the clutches of the other :N-no, I was uh, practicing my, um, reflexes: even I knew how weak an excuse that was.  How was it possible to practice a reflex?

            :I see: the mature voice said with a hint of humor, laughing at me no doubt :I was speaking with Tally earlier today, Asia and she seemed surprised that you hadn't told me something:

            I glanced at the grove born stallion trying to read him, and failing miserably in the dim light that managed to escape the stables.  I actually contemplated, seriously contemplated, not responding to him :Two days ago Elsa got all weird, she completely blocked me out. Then she fell.  I managed to get past her shield, somehow, she was having a vision.  She told me it happens all the time … I-I uh, think it is foresight: I blurted the whole thing in one jumbled 'breath' not caring whether the other companion understood what I said.

            :Foresight hmm?: he pondered :What did she see?:

            :The clan.  They had a fire starter and he was burning a farm.  I've never seen anything like it: as I talked I felt more comfortable with the whole thing.  Talking to the grove born was no different than talking to anyone else.  I guess I was just used to thinking of him as … well as untouchable.  I had vague memories of more conceited companions to have held the post.

            :What is this clan?  Tally mentioned it as well:

            :Do you speak to her often: I asked forgetting myself, I guess I wasn't as afraid of him as I thought, still nothing excused rudeness.

            :Tally is a very sociable youngling Asia, and she came to me because she was concerned about Elsa's vision, she wanted to know what was being done about it: he replied with a degree of admonition.

            Okay, back to my pony too terrified to squeak impression :I suppose it should have maybe mentioned it,: cue innocent toe-scuffing and properly chastened expression.

            :We can't do anything about that now though can we?:

            :I will tell someone next time, but are they going to do anything about it?:

            :Question your chosen better about her gifts for one, they still haven't ascertained her gifts:

            :What about the fire?:

            I got the impression of a mental headshake :A herald on circuit already reported something eerily similar.  Foresight isn't a toy, and it cannot be used properly if it is hidden, remember that Asia.  You must be responsible, Elsa doesn't understand the ramifications of foresight yet, you do:

            :I will do my best sir: I responded, too nervous to ask any of the questions that bubbled into my mind, or deny the knowledge he credited me with.

            :That is what I ask.  If anything further happens, please report it?:

            :Yes sir: I heaved a relieved sigh as he left me.  I had worked myself into a regular tizzy over the course of that little conversation.  It was definitely time for a nice cozy, not to mention well lit box stall.

            I decided to talk at Elsa before bed.  At least to tell her that the foresight thing was out of our hands, or hooves, as the case may be.

            :Elsa?:

            :I don't want to talk right now Asia:

            Eight whole words, well I was doing nicely then :not even to your lovable, cuddly, stressed out, overworked white pony?:

            :Overworked?: Elsa sent a most unlady-like snort of laughter along with that.

            :I'll have you know I just spoke to the grove born on your behalf!:

            :Poor baby: she sent me sarcastically.

            :Yes, poor me.  I am still trembling with nerves!: I purposely misinterpreted her false pity.

            :You told?: she accused.

            :I had no choice, he confronted me about it, in the dark no less.  I was frightened out of my wits chosen.  You know I'm afraid of the dark, and talking to him:

            :Silly old pony:

            :Come visit your silly pony soon?: I pleaded.

            :I have been meaning to, I'm not mad at you Asia, I'm just tired.  When your grove born found out about my vision he told his herald … they've been questioning me most of the afternoon:

            :Were you mad though?:

            :A little, maybe.  I didn't think I had foresight, but mostly I was busy with Calvin and classes:

            :Didn't think?:

            :The heralds finally convinced me otherwise, that vision came true.  I didn't think Harold…:

            :Busy with Calvin were you?: I tried to distract her from the vision with playful teasing.  I had experienced a full dose of brooding, enough for us both over the past two days.

            :Just friends: Elsa insisted.

            :Sure: I sent an image of a wink along with it.

            Elsa just sent an image of rolling eyes back.

            I laughed at that and she joined me.

            :I will visit with you tomorrow, you poor overworked underfed pony:

            :Yes, I am underfed too: I sent a hopeful picture of glistening sugar.

            :I'll bring your sugar too, sometimes I wonder why you didn't save us both bother and chose sugar: Elsa teased gently.

            :Is that allowed?: I returned with bright interest, and again we laughed together.  It might not have been that funny, but my chosen was tired enough to laugh at the word cat, and I was strung up enough to join her.  I decided to test my theory :cat: I sent the word.  Sure enough my chosen burst into fresh giggles and I soon joined her.

            When we had calmed down enough, which took longer than might be suspected, we exchanged goodnights and slept.

            A/N well that would be chapter three.  The laughing at the word 'cat' thing is something my step-sister said once … it was funny at the time, and I couldn't resist throwing it in.  Anyway, please, please, please review:-D, not that I'm begging or anything …:-P