Kazu sputtered a bit at Cyrus' exclamation, quickly catching himself with a napkin to dab his lips with. His dark eyes seemed to gleam silver as he looked hungrily at the papers before him. Three weeks. Three continents. Three oracles.
There was a definite pattern.
"So you think one of the lion oracles is next?" he asked, shuffling through his papers to see if he had anything on the royal lions. He had nothing, of course. All their work had been in regards to the oracles who had already died, save for Aerithe, who's death had been too recent for him to make a trip to the library.
He took a long sip of his coffee, and added more brandy to make up the difference. "There's got to be a pattern here somewhere. Three weeks. Three deaths. Three countries..." Another sip. "There has to be something we're missing..."
There was a definite pattern.
"So you think one of the lion oracles is next?" he asked, shuffling through his papers to see if he had anything on the royal lions. He had nothing, of course. All their work had been in regards to the oracles who had already died, save for Aerithe, who's death had been too recent for him to make a trip to the library.
He took a long sip of his coffee, and added more brandy to make up the difference. "There's got to be a pattern here somewhere. Three weeks. Three deaths. Three countries..." Another sip. "There has to be something we're missing..."
