Paparazzi Rising
Part 1. Melisante's Story
“You had another nightmare last night?”
“Mmmm….”
“The same one the past few weeks?”
“Mmmm…”
“I am not interrogating you, you know. I am just concerned.”
“Yes, I know…”
“If there are symbols, my runes and my glyphs might be able to reveal some clues.”
“Mmmm…”
“So what did you see? A giant sloth? A were-swine? A chalice with bubbling poison?”
“What makes you think the Immortals are involved in this?”
“You hinted so much last time. I may not be psychic like you, but I do pay attention.”
“Yes, I know…”
It was times like these that Norelia Erewan became exasperated with her sister. They were both Clan Oracles of Ellerovyn, but her sister was by far more gifted—not to mention the more popular. And trying to have a conversation with a precognitive—who knew everything she was thinking and everything she was going to say—seemed quite moot.
Norelia peered out into the courtyard, into the gathering crowd of Erewan elves who came to see the Oracles. Her attention was drawn to loud giggling coming from a tall, strawberry-blond elven maiden.
“Melisante is here… Well, of course, I suppose you know that…”
Norelia stepped away from the window, but at the last moment, she saw Melisante looking up at her, as if she knew she was being watched by the Oracle.
Norelia had a sudden realization.
“Bethys, does the attendance of the prodigal daughter of Erewan today have anything to do with your recent dreams?”
“Mmm…”
