9/21/2025, 3:50 PM
The Oracle seemed amused with him, ever so subtly, her demeanor like fog dissipating in the sun or water moving beneath unbreakable ice. Trygve only pouted slightly, visibly trying not to roll his eyes, when she failed yet again to give him a straight answer. The only things she could really tell him were the mechanics of the reading, but not the details, it seemed.
His gaze dropped away, and he replied with a mild mannered
I see,as she explained what the bones' cast meant.
A simple affirmation, once again. The witch was as good as answering her questions as she was avoiding his. Trygve opened his maw to ask more, interest piqued and loathe to leave tolerable company so soon, when the Oracle spoke again.
The mingled light and dark hairs along his spine lifted slightly, as if he'd seen a ghost.
My name is Trygve,the boy corrected her simply, as if it was a simple mistake, but he avoided the woman's gaze now and only stared dully at the bones.
Is that why you're here, this trouble in the North?Where exactly she was referring to, he had no idea. His navigation skills left something to be desired - he'd spent his childhood trailing idly in the wake of Akira, and now followed the wind toward the sea. Simple, and not requiring much awareness of the world around him at large.
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