Rex
Rex walks home, the prophecy mulling in his mind. It's his first- and hopefully last- vision. he doesn't want to end up like his uncle, broken and unable to tell fact from future. He stops at a coffee shop...
Sandra
Sandra walks into the military camp just outside the city, gathering her team for their synch training. Together, the six of them, ranging from young men to middle-aged women ( though Sandra would say she's still young), can make substantial High Wards, which block everything but light from passing through.
"How's it going, Derrik?" She asks the young red-headed man on her team, who jumps to attention, ripping his gaze from the blond man doing conditioning.
"Good, Ma'am!" He said, back straighter than he was. He's clearly terrified
Sandra laughs. "At ease, Soldier!" As he relaxes, she asks, "So what's his name?"
Derrik blushes before mubling, "His name is Sam..."
"I remember the days." Sandra says, still laughing, "Enjoy them. Eventually, you'll end up a crabby old person like me!" She slaps him on the back, "Remember the Specters are meeting in 25!" and continues on through the camp.
Jasmine
Jasmine walks down the road, a pep in her step, dragging her brother, Ahmed, behind her. It'll be good to get him some fresh air. She thinks to herself. "Come on!"
Ahmed
I walk down the unhewn cobble, torn from the precipice. The stones swim and rot, I can taste the eyes on me, watching, wondering. Always wondering. I know the king has done something, worked something grand. But how? But how....
Ahmed laughs madly.