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The Future-Stonegrot week- Day Seven

“Prophecy. Visions. I know the Sifan are known for their soothsaying, but haven’t you got any practical advice?” Rian huffed as he eyed the mug of ale Onica had sat in front of him. He was exhausted from burning his candle at both ends with little in the way of how this prophecy came to be. Onica glanced at Brea who nodded her head in approval.

“Well I might be able to give you some courtship advice. After all, you are the one that fathers the chosen one.” Onica chirped as Brea covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing. Rian had chosen the wrong time to drink his beverage. He sputtered and gasped for air before rasping out a reply.

“What?! Who?! I mean, what do you mean?”

Onica patted his hand with grin on her face.

“You and that sweet Grottan girl.”

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