"...No," says Inkeri, "not really, they're very uncommon."

"I'm not sure I've even ever heard one before," she says. "But that sounds like what I think one would sound like if I did."

"They can only be made by people with a certain birth blessing and not all of those," says Inkeri thoughtfully.

"...do you have that one?"

"I have the right goddess and the right domain but it could be something else, my grandma wasn't sure."

Helen tries to think her way through all the goddesses and their domains, to see which one seems most prophecy-ish, and then she shrugs and says, "Which?"

"Evisa Iannakara. Time," says Inkeri thoughtfully.

"What does that blessing do when it's not prophecy?" she wonders.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it makes you be on time to things, or fast, or have a good memory."

"Well," says Helen, "there must be some way to tell that prophecies are prophecies, or we wouldn't know things about them, would we? So how do we tell?"

"I don't know. Probably some grown-up witches do."

"Do you want to find a grown-up witch and say the thing at her and see what she says?"

"I guess. My mom and my grandma are both busy right now, though."

"I'll see what Ranata's doing," she says, and listens.

"Ranata," she says, out loud to the named party but in utter silence to Inkeri, "I was talking to Inkeri and we think she did a prophecy, how do we tell?"

"Okay," says Helen. "Should I talk to the queen like this, or find her where she is and talk to her that way?"

"Find her," advises Ranata, "and bring Inkeri."

"I didn't know you could do that," observes Inkeri, tilting her head the other way.

"It's a thing I can do," says Helen. "Because I'm peculiar. I can listen where anybody is if I know where they are, or where anyplace is if I remember it well, and I can put my voice wherever I'm listening or make it go all over."

"Memma Belir, wind?" says Inkeri.

She shakes her head. "It's not my birth blessing or I would've said. My birth blessing's Amariah Lytess, daemons."