Not my Kismet, of course, but a new one. A replacement Kismet, young and lovely and already blind, it seemed. Or was her blindness a part of the power? Had she lived her life, until now, as a sighted woman? What could she see through that milky whiteness that I wasn't privy to? Instead of blindness, could it be she instead saw more than anyone?

Possibly, and perhaps at some point I'd get the chance to ask her. But not today, not when she was newly made and clearly still ...