Visions

"What do you mean, Lupanya?" asked Seurat.

"What Mister Lupanya is saying is that, the apprentice did see a vision, but he's too weak to sustain the 'connection'." The speaker was a cocky-looking young man not far from them.

"But that's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. The mysteries of stars call for fortuitous incentives. Perhaps that young apprentice happened to grasp a tiny inspiration. Hey, Seurat? People say that those who cannot understand art will only see true artists as idiots. It makes sense, don't you think so?"

Seurat closed the book he was carrying with a "bam". "Are you perhaps mocking me, Ivan?"

"No, of course not," Ivan spoke as he gave Seurat an insulting smirk that suggested otherwise.

The other Prophets present looked at each other and weren't sure how to deal with the sudden conflict. Weren't they supposed to talk about the wounded apprentice?