"Yeah. I can give you the executive summary if you like."

"Please do."

So Solvei explains what they've been up to in Chemistry. She doesn't have any notes on her, but she remembers it all in detail, even some of the numbers from the lab experiments.

Lydia commits it to memory.

About halfway through this, her mother appears. 

"It was nice meeting you, Solvei. I should go." 

"Nice meeting you too. And see you tomorrow, I hope. Chemistry just isn't the same without my nascent archrival."

Nascent Archrival smiles. 

"See you tomorrow. Sorry for all the fuss."

"I've had worse days. Don't worry about it."

And Solvei can wait here for her aunt.

If she seems to be taking very long, the sheriff might be concerned.

Ghyslaine probably doesn't give him anything to worry about, right?

Solvei isn't a bit worried. She sits quietly (but cheerfully) and keeps an eye on the time.

It should take about half an hour to get here from Solvei's house, and it has now been about forty minutes. Is the Sheriff concerned?

"Hey. You doing okay? Your aunt still picking you up? I could give you a ride if you need one."

"Yeah, she should be here any minute," says Solvei. She checks the time. "If she's still not here two minutes from now, you have my permission to worry."

"If you say so. I'll just be over there, pretending to do paperwork so the doctors can't yell at me."

The doctors do in fact seem to be here to yell at someone. They're currently demanding a terrified deputy explain why Lydia wasn't arrested and brought back to the hospital for care. The deputy insists this is a violation of her rights, increasingly incoherently.

Solvei eyes the doctors with extreme dubiousness.

One and a half minutes after she made her two-minute prediction, she gets up and waves goodbye to the sheriff and goes out to be picked up by her aunt.

They have an... interesting conversation.

And there is a visitor to Lydia's dreams that night.

In Lydia's dream, she is walking through a forest alone.

She does not see Ghys.

There's someone in the forest else in the forest, and he does see her.

He approaches.

The visitor has, for this purpose, taken the form of an ethereally beautiful woman built out of light and smoke. Her face, the clearest thing about her, is made of pale mist formed into the shape of features; her eyes are set with glowing green sparks, her hair a mane of misty curls, and her vaporous body flows into a long trailing gown. It's definitely an aesthetic.

It's impressive. He's never met a druid with this much style or power, and an alpha would have much less finesse. 

He's never met a kitsune before, so this seems like a great opportunity. 

He remains in the shadows, counting the seconds it will take her to sense the third mind in the room. He wonders if she'll talk to him before she tries to shred him. 

She walks quietly through the forest, admiring the trees, never venturing within sight of Lydia herself.

After a minute, she glances in his direction and asks, "Aren't you going to say hello?"

"I was thinking about it. Decided I might not want to talk to the extremely powerful person until I knew what she wanted. Maybe I can help."

She laughs. "Flatterer. Who says I want anything, hmmm? Perhaps I'm just here to admire the scenery."

"A lot of effort for this. I could have provided something more accomodating, with advance notice."

"Could you have?" she asks, intrigued. "And what accomodations would you provide?"

"Something with walls and decor, instead of dirt and leaves."