#I went back and changed smth with Tiresias's intro in that she and Tonio are now very close friends instead of considering the other family

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Inspo)

Tiresias has been walking for what's probably days before she finally stumbles across someone. She knows, instantly, that whoever this is is not Harmonian nor of this world. Frankly, she's quite sure she'd stumbled upon a Changeling, but the blind oracle doesn't speak on it.

Especially since you can usually see the futures of Changelings. She has, anyway, in her long time upon this world. But this one's future is fuzzy and muddled, and while pricks at her similar to the Snake's when she latches to that thread of his, its much kinder.

Tiresias doesn't speak on it.

"Miss, are ya alright?" The Changeling asks, and briefly, the prophet's face falls flat under her hood. That was.. such a bad accent. But the younger one was trying, so Tiresias didn't speak of it.

"I've left from a Snake's burrow, kit." She speaks, voice soft. "While Umbra has done his best to guide me, it's been my own threads of fate that have led me here."

"A snake?" The one in front of her seems startled. "Then why not jus'-"

"He is larger, and has his body coiled around our home." The oracle cuts her off. "Had I stayed a moment longer, he'd have sung his fangs into me, kit."

She turns her head back to the kingdom of Devos. "My home.. is nothing more than a burrow now. With the gates of orange and yellow scales guarding it, threatening to turn inwards."

The Changeling is quiet before offering, "I've gotta place where ya can stay, if ya need to."

Tiresias ponders it for a moment before nodding. "A sansuctary so cold no snake will dare to enter. I gladly accept."

"Ah'm Dapple, miss.."

"Tiresias." With that, the Cat follows her. "Tiresias the blind prophet, younger performer."

"Prophet.." Dapple seems to realize quickly. "Wait, so yer a' oracle? Ya can see th' future?!"

"The stream is mine to dive in."

"Can.. ya see mine?" The Changeling is hesitant. "See th' happy endin' ah want?"

The oracle is quiet as she mulls that over. Dapple was an unusual case. Her threads were there, but her future and past were so fuzzy that she couldn't really make out much.

But pain and suffering was prevalent in the past, and more seemed to come.

"Your stream is unique. It starts from a waterfall, raging and violent, and tapers to a river that bends and twists." She pauses. "From there, I cannot say. Fate is a fickle thing, and she may change at any moment."

"But a happy ending, you ask.."

The air is tense before she hums.

"I see it possible."

With that, they continue their trek.