"Random it is," he'd focus on the waters, the futures it could, again it'd swirl and bubble and finally glow. Again it'd start with small meaningless visions, some a bit amusing but nothing of any importance or impact. Then it'd switch to a longer vision, on that'd show more interesting things.
The water would show flashes of Samhain, the decorations, small glimpses of the ball the face of a young man. Lucan hummed in thought as he watched the vision, he knew what it all roughly was, except for the young man. They'd hear echoes of Bel's voice and what he assumed was the young man's voice, unfortunately it wasn't clear enough to tell what was being said.
Then the vision took a turn, it now showed Bel, sitting upon a simple wooden stool, wearing simple clothes, atop a barren hill. The vision to the ground, and from the dead dry earth, a single violet appeared. A symbol of February the flower seemed to glow with its colors, then more appeared. The flowers spread covering the hill entirely, then the vision returned to Bel. She no longer upon that simple stool, she no longer wore those simple clothes, she was now queen, dressed finely, wearing a crown of violets, sitting upon a beautiful throne. Then the vision ended.
Lucan blinked in surprise at the vision, "gotta say....you two bring some interesting visions." He'd scratch his cheek, "I'm afraid interpreting what the waters show is something I haven't been able to do yet...but did shy of of that mean anything to you?" he'd ask, Bel genuinely curious.