~Storme~
Her house wasn’t as rough and unkept as I expected it to be. After I discreetly asked Grace to get me the directions to the Tribe’s oracle, I’d expected to see calabashes, talisman, and all the other things that I’ve seen oracles use.
But it was unexpectedly clean. Without being told, one wouldn’t even know that the occupant of the house is a shaman.
I tiptoed in when no one answered my knock after the third time.
“Hello?”
I peered in, not wanting to invade more privacy than I already have. Silence greeted me once again.
“Could she have gone somewhere?” I muttered.
This was such a waste of effort. Finding her place had been a hassle, and even taking time not to be seen by the king or anyone who would report to him. There was no sign of her anywhere close.
I turned, intent
