Alula slowly struggled out of her crouching position while Furnace pondered the marks on his head. She cursed silently as she tried to depend on her crippled leg. Eventually she was able to get her staff under her. She looked back over at Furnace as he asked a few more questions, but she had to pause to think of the answers. She tugged her hat down over her eyes.
“These marks...certainly pertain to the...future...but that can...mean many things...”
Alula shivered.
“The future...is many things...it could be days...or years...or minutes...”
She paused for a few moments, staring blankly ahead.
“And the...future is always...changing...”
Alula let a tiny giggle escape her stoic deminor.
“Being an oracle...doesn’t leave much room for surprises...but things are never set in stone...we can never be sure of what will happen...”
Another far away look, much sadder this time.
“These marks...certainly pertain to the...future...but that can...mean many things...”
Alula shivered.
“The future...is many things...it could be days...or years...or minutes...”
She paused for a few moments, staring blankly ahead.
“And the...future is always...changing...”
Alula let a tiny giggle escape her stoic deminor.
“Being an oracle...doesn’t leave much room for surprises...but things are never set in stone...we can never be sure of what will happen...”
Another far away look, much sadder this time.