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The Oracle

(The Oracle)

One by one you file into the small room. It's coated in dust and completely barren. No furniture rests against the old floor boards. Nothing hangs from the cracked, dilapidated walls. Though nail marks, and fade patterns suggest where pictures once hung. The ceiling contains a small fissure, worn overtime, allowing shafts of sunlight to pour through.

The only occupants are two dogs, one of which, you recognize as Umbra. The other is a white dog, of the same breed. Smaller in size, you'd guess it's most likely female. Perhaps Umbra's mate? Or a pup from the same litter. Both dogs wag their tails in welcome.

"Ahh!" Prompto calls out excitedly, rushing over to the white dog. Crouching down to eye level, he lets out an excited proclamation. "Chibi, you've gotten so big!" The white dog barks in reply. Prompto is happily ruffling the dog's thick white coat while 'Chibi' gives him a wet kiss on the cheek. You smile remembering how Pro had confided in you.

"Chibi? That's Pryna, you two met? She isn't usually this friendly with strangers." Noctis speaks up beside you watching the blond intently.

"Eh, no my mistake!" The gunslinger quickly rises to his feet in a panic. Eyes wide he stammers, full of nervous energy. "This - this is a different dog! Pryna right? What a cute name." His voice rises at the end and he shifts his weight back and forth unable to hold still. For all his smooth talking Pro is a terrible liar.

"Hhhmmmm." The sound resonates from deep within The Prince's chest. An incredulous expression is thinly veiled on his face, but he drops the subject. Letting Prompto off the hook. The gunslinger heaves a sigh, looking ready to faint at any moment. Noctis turns his attention to the cloaked woman entering the room behind you.

Door now closed, room secure, the woman removes the cloak obscuring her figure. The clothing she wears isn't much different than her previous apparel. It's dark, mostly black leather with some gold edging. Around her neck is an elegant lace choker. Black tresses reach below the collarbone, the longest layers feather around her shoulder blades. Blunt bangs frame sharp eyebrows and piercing dark green eyes. Her gaze truly rivals a bird of prey.

She swiftly maneuvers the tiny space. The woman stands before Noctis, a closed door behind them. "The Oracle awaits you, beyond the door. Please enter." Her unique inflection draws your focus. Noctis steps forward grasping the door's handle. He pauses a moment fingers curled, ready to turn the knob.

"Thank you Gentiana." She nods in reply smiling warmly as Noctis steps through the doorway. You follow close behind anxiety building in your cold stomach. The Oracle, is not affiliated with Niflheim, but fears swirl inside your mind. What if this is a trap?

***

You step cautiously into the small room ahead. This is only room to have furnishings. Their high quality is evident even with age and neglect. Faded yellow wallpaper adorns the walls. A wooden framed mirror hangs crookedly in the background. It's shattered glass littering the floor. A dining table rests at the room's center. The matching high backed chairs, scattered about the room in disarray.

Lunafreya rises, from the worn dining chair she'd been sitting in. With such haste the chair legs scrap against the floorboards, emitting a screech. Her hurried action surprises you, The Oracle is the perfect picture of poise in the public's eye. Never folding under pressure or losing her composure. An example to follow. She stands perfectly still, blue eyes transfixed on The Prince before her.

Brow knit in worry, she strides forward with graceful steps. "Noctis." The Prince's name passes her lips in a firm whisper. The Princess closes the small gap between them. Her delicate hand caresses his cheek tenderly. Noctis's body stiffens at the unexpected touch. A look of wonder crosses her features as she studies him closely.