"I know!--whoops, sorry." Kire had flung up her hand in frustration and almost sent her fork flying. "Fucking-- why do prophecies have to always be so gods-be-damned vague?" She groaned a little, before calming down a bit and continuing with her meal. "Tried asking that before, of course. The explanation I got was that, while they would choose and guide Paladins as protectors, they couldn't overly meddle. Something about preventing undesirable futures they've seen while they--whatever it is they do to cast their vision into the future." 

She pushed around the food on her plate with her fork, frowning. "That'd be interesting if shit starts to happen right before Jan gets married. 'Hey, coz, congratulations, also I'm thinking of handing you the throne in a few years, and by the way, magic is coming back to Amria, expect unicorns." She huffed, continuing with her dinner, sinking into silence as she thought about the possibilities of that. When she realized she hadn't spoken in a while, she cleared her throat. "Sorry. Thoughts got carried away. Domestic bliss is still new to me," she said, chuckling a bit.