Aranine and Medea
"Hi, Medea," Alexa said cheerfully, entering the store.
"Why good afternoon," Medea replied pleasantly. "And how are we today?"
"I'm very good thank you."
"And the pregnancy?"
"Good, but I'll be glad when they're born. I told you it's multiples, didn't I?" Alexa replied, pleased.
"Yes, you did," Medea replied.
Not that she needed to be told - she already knew. The two chatted a bit long before Alexa waddled out of the shop. Aranince wandered out of the back.
"Far be it for me to second guess you," she said. "But isn't it a little risky letting her see a human doctor?"
"Nonesense," Medea replied. "Very few humans ever know magic when they see it. They haven't got our senses for it. Besides, even if he did find something odd he'd probably just contribute it to her having 'a litter'."
Medea smiled to herself.
"Besides, I have him properly surveyed. Even if he does notice something that's none of his business, I can easily take care of it."
Aranince shrugged.
"No biggie. But I think you should know Alexa's going to die."
Medea looked at her in alarm.
"Die? When? How?" she demanded.
"Childbirth," Aranince said promptly.
"Oh," Medea was relieved. "This time?"
"Couldn't say - you're planning on impregnating her again?"
"She is a werequeen now. Or at least... that's what I intend her to be."
"Point. Well, whether it's this pregnancy or another I can't say. Although..."
"Although what?"
"There is a slight chance..." and Aranince frowned a little. "The vision depicted her dying in childbirth, but there was a... a shadow, or a crack in the corner, however you'd like to put it, that she will be killed. Murdered, not an accident."
"Hmm... interesting..."
"She looked young, though. So I'd say sometime between now and... 25? 30? Depends on how fast she ages, I suppose."
"Well that's something to look out for. Now, have you finished making the elixier yet?"
Aranince lifted her hands in a 'I surrender' gesture.
"Going back to work."