09-06-2016, 06:05 PM
Oracle?
Anka had never been called that before.
"Oh... I'm not a- it's because... Well, Oracles are wise and powerful! I just have these fits, and sometimes they show me things. I can't properly see the future." Anka started muttering, flustered by the weight of the name that had been thrust upon her. She was sure that her condition was a curse, and if she had the choice, it would have been gone the day it appeared. A lot of the time she saw happenings that she had no power to prevent, often because she'd be chased out of a town before they'd listen to her.
This was the first time people had offered their assistance. Fred had already said he'd stick with her, and he's said it with fair resolution: Anka couldn't help but feel relieved by his offer.
Then there was this woman... Upon inspecting closer, Anka could see that she was pretty and rather well-dressed. Her long hair made Anka yearn for a brush- it'd been a week or so since she'd last tidied herself up- opting to tie her long hair into a loose bun instead.
"There's no other way of saying it... I think I did." Anka offered, wishing she could sound more convincing. "I don't know exactly what's going to happen... I just saw Peter in the ground with everyone garbed in black. It was morning, so maybe he dies at night?" This is the part she hated about reciting her visions- they weren't very rich with information. She didn't know whether it was tonight or the next, but somehow she knew it was coming soon. She was still astounded that someone had actually believed her.
"I felt urgency... So it's going to be soon." Of that she could be sure, at least. "Wait... wasn't there a man on the roof? Where did he go?" Anka asked, glancing around from inside the circle of dwindling torches.
Anka had never been called that before.
"Oh... I'm not a- it's because... Well, Oracles are wise and powerful! I just have these fits, and sometimes they show me things. I can't properly see the future." Anka started muttering, flustered by the weight of the name that had been thrust upon her. She was sure that her condition was a curse, and if she had the choice, it would have been gone the day it appeared. A lot of the time she saw happenings that she had no power to prevent, often because she'd be chased out of a town before they'd listen to her.
This was the first time people had offered their assistance. Fred had already said he'd stick with her, and he's said it with fair resolution: Anka couldn't help but feel relieved by his offer.
Then there was this woman... Upon inspecting closer, Anka could see that she was pretty and rather well-dressed. Her long hair made Anka yearn for a brush- it'd been a week or so since she'd last tidied herself up- opting to tie her long hair into a loose bun instead.
"There's no other way of saying it... I think I did." Anka offered, wishing she could sound more convincing. "I don't know exactly what's going to happen... I just saw Peter in the ground with everyone garbed in black. It was morning, so maybe he dies at night?" This is the part she hated about reciting her visions- they weren't very rich with information. She didn't know whether it was tonight or the next, but somehow she knew it was coming soon. She was still astounded that someone had actually believed her.
"I felt urgency... So it's going to be soon." Of that she could be sure, at least. "Wait... wasn't there a man on the roof? Where did he go?" Anka asked, glancing around from inside the circle of dwindling torches.