Delicate filaments reach from the center of the Flower Oracle, wrapping David's hand in a spider-silk touch as they absorb the offered blood. The sacrifice flows in a blush of pink in the translucent tendrils, and they release him as tenderly as they took. The oracle's eyes darken dreamily, adding definition to the aetherial softness.
"Yes," is the Oracle's answer in a sighing voice like the rustle of leaves. "It will be a journey, but the Ancient sees you and would grant you hope."
The Oracle reaches forward presses a gentle kiss to David's forehead, with lips as soft and cool as rose petals. Perhaps for the first time in a long time, touch will offer absolutely nothing else to David but a single beautiful memory of the sister he loves cannot remember that will become completely his own. His personal gift from the Ancient.
She withdraws, then, and David is given a moment before the guards gently usher him along. After all, he was Seen and Gifted, but there are many more waiting.
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"Yes," is the Oracle's answer in a sighing voice like the rustle of leaves. "It will be a journey, but the Ancient sees you and would grant you hope."
The Oracle reaches forward presses a gentle kiss to David's forehead, with lips as soft and cool as rose petals. Perhaps for the first time in a long time, touch will offer absolutely nothing else to David but a single beautiful memory of the sister he loves cannot remember that will become completely his own. His personal gift from the Ancient.
She withdraws, then, and David is given a moment before the guards gently usher him along. After all, he was Seen and Gifted, but there are many more waiting.