“What if I told you all the options you have before you?” the Seer asked.
The room became unnaturally quiet.
The fire crackled softly inside the stone hearth, but neither of us spoke. She walked toward a shelf lined with clay jars, selecting one without looking. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as though she had already rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her mind.
I folded my arms. “What options?”
The Seer looked straight into my eyes as I sat across from her. “It will have to involve Fred.”
I nodded. I already knew that without Fred, I had no option.
I thought we needed his presence to actualise whatever this is. "You sent him away."
"I did," was her reply.
I began to feel this was all her plan. "You could have said everything in front of him."
"I could have." S
