The Blinded

The Blinded still talks like an Owl. That's what makes it dangerous. The certainty stays and the seeing stops, and from the outside nobody can tell the difference, least of all you.

It starts when intuition stops being a practice and becomes a reputation. You've been right enough times that people say 'you just know.' So you stop checking. You skip the question because you already have the answer. You tell people what is going on in their lives and what they're going to do, and you state it as fact, because that's how it felt the last hundred times.

Every element hides it differently. Fire speaks before it has looked. Water mistakes its own feelings for what's in the room. Earth refuses anything it can't prove. Air finds patterns that aren't there. Spirit loses the ordinary world entirely and calls that altitude.

The signs are easy to miss. People stop correcting you, because you don't take correction. People stop telling you things, because you've already decided. You have a reading on everybody and you haven't asked anyone a real question in weeks. That isn't intuition. It's a guess in an Owl's voice, and the people who trusted the voice are paying for it. Ask one question you think you already know the answer to, then listen to the whole answer without fixing a word of it.