Her eyes lit up with impish delight. "I guess it's really true then. I am special after all."

It was a funny thing to say to someone with her face, but Ariadne couldn't come up with anything better. As far as she could tell, from speaking to all the other Rifters, there was no discernible pattern between who they were or had been. Sleep was the only common denominator.

She shrugged. "I was dreaming about my father. His name was Feofan. He died when I was a girl."