Marmoot
“I’ll take that grin to mean things went well with the Queen?” The Oracle said.
“How can you tell?” I asked curiously. She wasn’t even facing me; she was still sitting in the same position as when I was here with Thean.
“I don’t have to see with my physical eyes to be aware, King Marmoot,” she croaked and turned toward me. “I can also feel the weight has lifted.”
“Is it possible now?” I asked. “Can we change the bloodline?”
“It is, but it should wait until after the battle,” the oracle said. “It will be best with no distractions.”
“That amazing news,” I said. “Have you foreseen when the battle will come?”
“A few more days,” she replied. “Ophelia needs to find her primal self soon.”
“It looked like things were progressing toward that when I interrupted them,” I said. “Is th
