9/19/2025, 11:11 PM
The bones told her things. Secret things Trygve himself hardly knew. He squinted at her suspiciously, but found this only to make her ethereal form waver and bleed into the most further, so he shook his head slightly and turned his scowl onto the rattling bones.
A departure, a storm...it could mean so many things. Things that had nothing to do with what he'd had to leave behind. His stomach turned, but Trygve soldiered on. Perhaps it was her own path she was seeing, because what reason did the Oracle have to see his?
Past, or future?He seated himself across from her - an attentive audience, now.
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