"I was about to take you back to the hospital," he says worriedly. "They let me bring you home as soon as you woke up, but then... you became quiet. You've only snapped out of it now. What happened?"
Perenna frowns, trying to remember what she was doing. "I was trying to hassle one of the new guys into doing his job, and then..." And then she remembers.
She had a psychic vision, triggered by Archer's kid. Perenna isn't the type to have visions; the child must have been the cause. Unless it was just a silly dream... but it didn't feel like a dream. It was far too clear. Right down to the country bumpkin (but still midriff exposing) clothes she'd been wearing, ick!
What she saw couldn't be a possible future. But taken literally, would it be a possible past? One where she was mixed up in something dangerous?
She's given thought to past lives before, just for fun, but in those daydreams she was a different being entirely, like maybe a bird or something, not a different version of herself...
"Perenna?" Reggie implores her to respond.
She smiles. "Don't worry about it. I think I just skipped breakfast."
Then she frowns. "Aw man, my boss is going to be so moody about this."
"I'm glad you're alright!" Archer goes adorably wide-eyed when he sees Perenna. "I hoped it wasn't something I said..."
"Heh, it wasn't," she reassures him. "I wanted to apologize to you. I think my 'hello' was a little strong."
"I'm normally used to people coming on a little strong," he mumbles. Then he raises his voice back to normal to say, "It's just, I'm really not very magically-inclined. My father knew some mage stuff, and being a special flower did nothing but get him killed."
"I understand," Perenna says, assuming she knows the story.
"Aye-aye, then, we'll discuss it no more," he winks, after putting on the traditional Barnacle Bay accent.
"How's your son?" she inquires, after a pause.
"He's fine," Archer insists. "Can't leave him unsupervised for five seconds, that's all! He's a little explorer."
"And Monte Vista is a strange foreign land," she nods.
Perenna has decided the Archers should be left alone...
Shooting will be done soon, and then they'll be gone anyway.
Izalee becomes a teenager.
She spends a lot of time in the garden.
And a lot of time painting.
Rain also becomes a teen, and Layla enters the child stage.
"It's no fair Izzy gets two pets, and we don't even have one," Layla complains, though she's got a smile on her face, enjoying the pool, enjoying the afternoon and the company of her weird big sister.
"I bet our parents wouldn't say no if we brought a cute one home without asking," Rain muses.
"Oh!" Layla perks up. "Magic one up!"
"Hmmm." Rain gives the idea more serious thought than it deserves. "When I teleport things to me, I don't conjure them into existence, you know. They have to be things that already exist somewhere. It's not even a spell. It's just some psionic ability I have. I didn't have to learn it. That's an important distinction, with magic."
"Yaaaaaawn," Layla says.
"Okay, okay," Rain laughs. "Here goes."
Yes, Rain has the ability to teleport things she wants to her. But it's easier when she's familiar with the object or person, when she knows where they are and what they are. Grabbing onto abstract concepts is trickier, and doesn't always work.
"Okay, homeless puppy," she murmurs. "I need a homeless puppy. A puppy that needs my sister's love. A puppy no one is looking at right now, so they won't freak out when it disappears."
Rain doesn't open her eyes, too busy concentrating. "Yeah?"
"This isn't a puppy... but it is SO CUTE."
"Aw, man!" Rain's feels her face flush in embarrassment. "Did I teleport a cat here?"
"Yeah," Layla answers. "There was flashy light and everything."
"I'm gonna call him Gus."
Etc.: Rain wut r u doin
That kitten could be a SPY.
(spoilers: kitten is not a spy)
Fun note: Percy's dad was off'd as part as some freakish magic ritual to free an ancient evil entity. He was not murdered by secret police, as Perenna assumes. And that's probably (ugh, hopefully) not going to come up again so I'll let you have it as an aside.