"Hmmm..." Sheeana considers sending her away. The child wouldn't appreciate it but this was the Atreides talent. Dangerous territory. She pointed at the drawing in the sand which shimmered in the candy colors of the desert sunset. "Prophecy is dangerous. I am distantly related to the line that once doomed our universe with visions. The Spice causes it." She pauses, reaches her decision. "This has been most interesting, Roxanna the Red Evening before the Gentle Dawn, but I must ask you to leave now. The presence of too many others can make this very dangerous."