It felt more real that that, she said. Sverke scowled at her, resolute in the face of the half-sister's foolishness. Like memories.
His scowl deepened, in order to mask the surprise that threatened to dishevel his expression.
Did she truly have the same experiences as he did? What did she see? He was trying not to push too hard, sensing Bragi would only shut him out if he did. And Sverke would get in trouble if he made her have another fit trying to convince her to just tell him. In theory, he could empathize with not wanting another soul to know what was seen during those awful visions. But in reality, he was greedy and scared; terrified of still being alone in this, but afraid too of not being alone in what he was plagued by, this awful knowledge of either his fate or his past - he couldn't tell.
Bragi asked how he knew of visions, and the lie formed on Sverke's tongue with ease.
My mother has told me - and my sister is a seer, like you.She had foresaw his own birth, and all he would be the advent of. He wondered if Skathi had seen the sun-chariot, if she'd watched him wrap his hungering maw around it and break that celestial mechanism like it was nothing.
The boy closed his eyes, turning his face from the star-studded sister to scrunch his face up in an effort to dispel the visions flickering in his mind. They played there whether his eyes were open or not.
The lie dissolved, sour on his tongue but laughably thin and inconsequential on the air.
I have them too. The visions, but the...memory-like ones, like yours.
The headache abated, the pain of catching his quarry, of sun-fire poured scalding down his throat and his greed and fervor demanding only more, tucked neatly out of sight once more. Sverke opened his eyes, cold ice with a thin ring of burning amber surrounding the eclipse of his pupils as he set his sights on the girl. He didn't need to posture or stiffen his hackles. His hoarse voice did the warning for him.
If you breath a word, even a hint of that to anyone, little sister, I'll end you.