She claimed he forgot the present, but what was there to ask about it? He was living it - it was the nebulous future and mysterious past the boy wondered about.
But again, he thought, perhaps these bones did not speak to him, but to the ghostly Oracle.
There seemed too many coincidences for them not to speak to him, though. Trygve frowned thoughtfully, paws rooted where they were even as the woman cast the bones again. He understood the words she spoke, but would not answer in kind, his ears wilting slightly into his cowlicked, unkempt fur. They flattened further as the bones took shape through the mist, a chain that strung the silver she-wolf and the split-faced boy together.
The...missing link, I guess?
If the bones did speak of him...then what did this missing link mean? Did she know the origin of his curse?
What question is it answering?If the bones spoke in affirmation...then someone had to be asking, and all Trygve had asked was of the Oracle and not the bones.
He narrowed his gaze at her, searching to meet her pale gaze for the first time.
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