Draiks and Angels: Survivor

18 - Museum

When Enzo heard they were trying to get in touch with the god also known as Salav, he looked thoughtful, but agreed to let them talk to their Oracle. He said she was familiar with the tenets of the Brethren of Diversity. He led them to a small room on the top floor, knocked twice, and entered. The Oracle was an old female Angel, perhaps in her seventies. She had short, straight, grey hair and brown eyes. She wore a blue shirt with a pale pink over-shirt, and a long black skirt.

"Oracle, I have brought these two-" Enzo began.

"-To talk to Salav," the Oracle finished.

Enzo seemed hardly perturbed to be interrupted, and nodded.

"Salav is not one to call upon easily," she warned, "I may not succeed."

"We understand," Ava said.

The Oracle had them sit along the wall where a groove was cut in the floor for their wings. Enzo chose to take his leave. She brought out a large mirror and laid it in front of her, facing the ceiling. She raised her hands over the mirror and closed her eyes.

Ava watched the old woman and wondered if Satiya would ever be an Oracle like this one day, locked in a room finishing people's sentences. The older Oracle at Primary Aerie was like this, too, never leaving her room. "Older Oracle?" She must have a name. It's just the same as with Cona, Michael and Satiya: she'd just never learned anything but their titles. It would happen to her and Tadeas, too. Ava's heart dropped a little.

Tadeas wondered what color the old woman was wearing. It looked maybe a little like red, but paler. So that would make it pink. He would have to remember to ask Ava later. He wondered about suddenly being not-colorblind and the complications it was introducing to his already recently-complicated life. What did he think about all this complication? If he thought about it, truthfully it was at least getting better. His life was simple before, but it was going nowhere. He had acquired problems, with flashbacks and colors and magic, but it felt like... things were looking up.

After a while, the Oracle dropped her hands and opened her eyes, "I am afraid I cannot contact Salav."

Ava and Tadeas were disappointed, but thanked the Oracle and left the room. Enzo was leaning against the wall at the end of the hall and came up to them when they emerged.

"Any luck?"

Ava shook her head.

Enzo shrugged, "Not surprising to me. Where do you go from here?"

"I guess we need to try some other religions under Brethrenism."

"There are many. Do you know which you would like to try?"

"Not really..." Ava admitted.

"I do not know a lot of them, but another that is not far is the Brethren of the King. They would best be found in Trinovantum, Anglia."

"Ooh a place that speaks Anglian!" Ava said, excited.

"You know my native language is Andalish, right? I'm still speaking a foreign language." Tadeas tried to hide a smile.

"Yeah, well, you know Anglian, too, so at least this time you should be able to understand everyone anyway."

Enzo continued, "You may stay here as long as you need to arrange transportation."

"Thank you, Enzo," Ava said gratefully.

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The Trinovantum Aerie wasted no time in summoning Ava and Tadeas. It only took them ten minutes from the time Ava hung up the phone. The Angel who awaited them was in her fifties, wearing a pale purple halter top and light blue jeans. She had blond hair cut in a pixie style.