The hyena chittered, dark eyes and mind both focused wholly on the strange winged creature before her.
"Two questions. Two. Perhaps interlinked. Perhaps together, but they must be asked apart. Apart." She turned, abrupt and jerky in her movements, plunging chest-deep into the bone pile and looking over the bones. She had to search only briefly before she found one that fit the dragon: a thick white thing, smooth and beautiful as Asimona herself.
This she seized gently in her jaws, and turned, bounding out and loping up the slope, pausing at the ledge that overlooked the pit. Here she spoke, shaking out her coat, after setting the bone carefully down at her feet.
"Bones above and bones below, surrounded by the things that grow! The white thing here wishes to know! To know! What lies ahead?" Then, Giggle glanced at Asimona and added down in a conspiratorial whisper directly to the bone,
"I think it seems she's filled with dread."
Then, with a shrill cackle, one of amusement for once, the hyena kicked the bone with a forepaw down into the pit below. It rejoined its brethren, scattering over the bones and sending other ones flying.
Her dark gaze flicked from one bone to the next, watching how they fell, how they clattered down, how they settled. Connections ran rampant in her mind, perhaps her own madness or perhaps some way for a mystically-linked mind to simply make sense of what it already knew.
"I see them," she stated almost coldly.
"Now I see them in the same place. Frozen there. Those, stuck. There. Like ice. You are stuck. The same place, the same things, not moving, as ice does not move. You face obstacles, dragon, obstacles you are not overcoming. Like a wall of ice before you."
Her gaze scanned farther down.
"The rotten bone, exposed. Broken by the fall. It is death or a loss of all you are. And the one beyond--new, fresh. It means you will be reborn. I do not know if you will die, and rise again--like the birds!" Giggle cackled abruptly.
"Or if you will endure what you endure, and emerge from it stronger, better, newly-born. But you will know. Your ice will melt. But when it does, a warning for you. The white bone. The fresh bone. The new life. It lies beneath the rotten. It may turn rotten, too. When your new life comes, it may be damaged. Difficult. Slowed. Perhaps those you call family will betray you." Giggle's words came fast, smooth and monotone, nearly untouched by her normal chaotic thought pattern. She was thinking swift and straight, the words tumbling from her jaws.
"Endure, dragon, and be wary of your rebirth, that it succeeds, and does not land you behind ice once more."
She eyed Asimona, thinking. The readings were rarely so clear, so linear. The dragon's path was quite well-laid-out. Her fate was crystalline, with a clarity not unlike the ice that she saw in the unmoving bones, in her mind's eye.
With a huff she trotted back down, heading back to the bone pile, shifting about. Above, the Hallowed Caller circled, letting out an occasional haunting cry. Giggle chose, this time, a small and thin bone, scattering the rest of the pile deliberately with her paws, reorganizing it into pleasant chaos.
The small bone was the voices, in her mind. Asimona's voices. The visions, the things she heard and saw. It was a slender bone, but strong--a thing that might remain unnoticed, yet it was
there and it was a part of the rest. Quiet, confident in her choice, the hyena trotted back up to the bone pile, and tossed this one down as well.
Here, Giggle laughed, and sharply, as the last of the bones came to a standstill. The little bone had had an impact, enough to divine by.
"You ask of your visions. I see a hundred pretty bones thrown toward you by the single visions-bone. It is a gift, and not a curse, strange-white-thing," she declared.
"Perhaps you See as I do. Perhaps they are hints, clues, echoes. I do not know. Yet see how they have scattered! It will bring you chaos, difficulty. As they fall, as they tumble, so will you, so will your mind and your life and it will be hard," Giggle added, but her dark eyes kept scanning the bones. And after a moment, she let out a crowing laugh of triumph.
"Strength! There! They do not break the core of the pile and beneath your bone still lies where it lies. You will cope. You will overcome!"
The hyena shook out her fungus-matted pelt, peering down at Asimona where the other stood beside the bone pile.
"Embrace your gift and you will learn to live with it. It will strengthen you. You will face this challenge and overcome!" she barked.
This reading, too, was clear, and she was confident in it. The bones spoke loud and with great clarity about this creature, as if she held some affinity with them, or perhaps with that world--that Other Place--that gave Giggle her answers. Perhaps they answered, too, the dragon.
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ROLL THE BONES