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In floated three beings no larger than a pet cat each. All three shone like stars in the sky. They seemed to twinkle as they came around Les and Grant. Then they stopped between them and their audience. As soon as they stopped, the light dissipated and three short women stood before them. They had friendly faces and round plump bodies, but had grown to twice their floating sizes. They stood about two and a half feet tall and had shimmery wings that looked as if they wouldn't hold their bodies off the floor. No one in the room spoke. But the three stood studying Les up and down for a long while. Then they flitted around her, getting closer looks. When they stopped again, they huddled together and whispered among themselves for a short time, occasionally peering back at her. When they had finished the thinnest of the three stepped towards Grant and looked up at him. He bent down close to her to listen. In the softest voice Les had ever heard, that could still be heard by all, the seer said. "It could be her. But she's not ready. She has not the look of experience. But it looks like her, only not quite."