Helen reached into her shawl, pulling out a delicate ornament—a silver chain, its links fine and shimmering, a small, intricately carved pendant dangling, etched with a wolf's head encircled by thorns. "What do you know about this, child?" Helen asked, her voice smooth but probing, holding the chain up, letting it sway slightly, catching the light.
Casey leaned forward, her eyes narrowing, drawn to the pendant's strange glow. "Can I… look closer?" she asked, her voice soft, hesitant, reaching out instinctively.
Helen's lips twitched, her eyes sharpening, pulling the chain back. "No," she said, her tone firm, tucking it into her palm. "Just tell me what you see."
Casey frowned, her gaze locked on the pendant, her mind racing. "It's… a piece of jewellery," she said, her voice uncertain, shrugging slightly. "A necklace, maybe? Pretty, but… just jewellery." she did not see what Helen was seeing, was she supposed to have a vision? Whatever it was, she was not seeing it.
