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This is where adults can come to seek the Oracle's counsel or to seek their destinies. Be wary, the Oracle is very, very blunt and truthful. Additionally, be careful what you ask for, being human and a slave to moods and emotions, she may not always give you what you want.
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Posted on February 28, 2011 at 09:45:03 PM by Primonetta
We’ll step on our
Own toes tonight; |
The young mare seemed almost dejected, her head hung over the gate, but too afraid to step inside.
Yet, she did not have to wait long. The Oracle knew of her presence almost immediately and came from within her flooded garden. She was quite pretty in the way of humans, Pri noticed. Her head cocked to the side with interest for this being, she was quite intrigued. Yet, the girl did not say anything. Pri found herself scrambling to start with the passionate words she wanted to say, yet she could not bring her anger out in this place. Since she had let it out to Altus, it had been more of a bitter point than raging anger inside her. She felt a need to explain herself in some way and yet could not bring herself to do it.
It was with disgust that she noticed that she was shaking.
Forcing herself to man up, she began. “Oracle, I have come to you seeking perhaps what most would consider an impossible favour. I know you can sense the hate and bitterness I feel for Brighton, yet I do not ask for you to remove his stone – it is a part of me. I have set aside enough store of power to make it level four, yet I will not use it on this stone. I am prepared to have that power sit useless and designated to the stone if you would give me the chance to master other stones. If it were not for this emerald I could have five elements now, four to level four and one to level three. Yet I remain as weak as a newborn kitten for my elements. Perhaps there is something I can do for you? Something you need help for – to prove my worthiness?” She did not wish to cheat the system, and her voice was tiny as she tried to explain her motives for coming here. She was so desperate, so full of hope. We’ll see where it will take her.
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We’ll fall on our
Own swords tonight.
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