“In what used to be the center of the room.”

"Not that I'm not sympathetic, but we do need to get back to the surface. Kenabres needs us." 

Lusilla bites her lip and looks back and forth between Anevia and Seelah on one hand, and Lann and Wenduag on the other. "I...guess a couple of missing children aren't more important than an entire cityful, but..." oooooh this is breaking so many rules but. People's lives at stake. "This'll be real quick." 

And then Lusilla takes a deep breath, and changes. 

The world is a different place, in this shape. Her actual vision is much the same, qualitatively, but she sees all around her instead of only in a small slice in front of her face. The world of smells explodes into life around her. And, most importantly, the magic in the world around her unfolds like a galaxy of stars. 

Including one very significant star over there--

--She changes back, instead of going over and grabbing the angel sword immediately, turning contritely to face Anevia and Seelah, hands twisting behind her back. 

"What...was that? What are you?" 

Lusilla shrugs, looking down at her feet. 

"I dunno. Hilltop, the village my mother used to live in, just--got destroyed, one night. Mom woke up and everything was screaming and fire. She didn't stick around long enough to find out what was happening, just grabbed my big brother and ran. I...was born nine months later. It's presumably not a coincidence. But I've never heard of anything else like me. I...came out like that, and Mom fled into the woods before anyone else could see me, and decide that I was some kind of horrible spawn of Lamashtu." 

"Well...you don't read evil." 

Pff. Like that's definitive. 

"I don't know what I am, or what made me. But I am a me, a person, and I can choose what to do, and I choose Good." 

"That's the spirit!" 

"Not that I don't agree with the sentiment, but why exactly did you choose right now to reveal that you're actually a giant pink starfish with too many eyes?" 

"Oh, right. I can sense magic in that shape, and the angel sword is pretty magic." 

And she strides over, shoves some rocks out of the way, and grabs the sword's hilt--

Lusilla falls to her knees, gasping. 

"Terendelev said that wasn't going to happen today!" she gets out, after a few moments. 

"--You were expecting that?" 

Lusilla looks down at the fresh blood on her dress in distaste. 

"Not the vision. Or the sword." Sigh. "But Terendelev did say she hadn't completely healed my wound, that it would re-open...still, since I'm currently capable of standing upright, it's certainly better than it was. But she said to talk to her about it tomorrow, and now she's dead." 

"Vision? What vision?"