Unfurl her hand to see in. Her love is a seed, embedded there in the palm. Should you water it, a sprout will unfurl lush spring green leaves and a rose laden gown will grow up around her fiercely protective heart. She sees clearly, is adept at the bearing of sad rapture. Still she would make a meal for the needful from her magic seed even if it meant the falling away of her own leaves and glorious flowers.