Medea was looking in her scrying pool when Aranince arrived.
"Alexa?" she inquired.
"Yes," Medea confirmed.
Aranince looked in the pool forherself and saw Alexa in what appeared to be a library. She was reading a childrens book to a toddler... presumably Sextus. Aranince smirked to herself.
"On her way back to Tulsa?"
"Inevitably," Medea replied. "Every now and then she realises what she's doing and turns around, and every time she turns back again. I am pleased to know her travels aren't neglecting Sextus' education."
"What does it matter if the werechicken gets educated or not?" Aranince snorted.
"Just because we cannot forsee a purpose for his existance, doesn't mean there isn't one. We never know what the future will bring - not even you with your gift of forsight."
Silence.
"So, you want me to go pick her up?"
"No. She must learn that those who betray me do not live to regret it."
"Ahh... perhaps that explains it."
"Yes?"
"I did forsee her death."
Medea considered for a moment.
"Yes... you did."
"Maybe she doesn't make it back in time."
"Well. I'll still be able to scry her for a time after her death," Medea dismissed. "We'lll still have a change to dispose of the evidence. Wouldn't want her body, or the offspring, to end up in the wrong hands."
And with a wave of her hand, the picture disappeared, and she left the room.