Hind paw scratched behind ear, a grimace peeling back the hyena's black lips. She was very busy trying to dislodge a biting... something embedded back there, or maybe it was an overly-tenacious fungus, or hell, an ingrown strand of fur. Midway through her industrious scratching session, though, a curious warning flickered along Omen's link.

Someone is calling. Well--Omen didn't warn her in those words, but the awareness was there, and if Omen COULD speak, that's what she'd have said. She didn't, but she would have, and Giggle understood. Someone was vaguely around; Giggle was being summoned. And judging by Omen's hesitance along that link, it was someone she didn't know, or didn't trust, or maybe both.

Gleaming green eyes. Wings. Claws. Horns.

Sentinels? she wondered, the habit of the name still lingering long after the 'Sentinels of the Sands' had become the 'Chaos Forge.' (What a stupid fucking name.)

Her thick limbs lurched her upright, and she shook herself out--tongue lashing over her jowls--before pushing into a slow lope toward Omen's perch. The bird wasn't far off her bone pit. Hmm. The hyena knew the value of theatricality; knew the added reputation factor that came from being a spooky supernatural being rather than just someone reading dry information off as blank fact. So she paused a beat before actually stepping into sight, and gathered her breath and her magic. The pair could probably spot the black Caller with her single ruby eye perched on a bone pile not far off, but of Giggle herself there wasn't yet any sign--until she let an eerie, magic-infused cackle (and a hyena cackle, at that, so doubly cackling) ring out over the bones in all directions.

Then she pushed dutifully back into motion, cresting the hill with what she hoped was a sort of ominous, or eerie, or at least mildly impressive head-held-low dark-eyed stare of a trot.

She almost stopped, almost gave away the game immediately, upon spotting the pair with her own two eyes. To Omen, everything looked big, but these two really were big. It wasn't by any means the first time she'd seen them, but she couldn't remember them having visited her bone pit before, at least. In any case, their appearance certainly confirmed their origins.

Managing to gather herself before stopping short with widening eyes (successfully, instead, keeping her composure) the hyena came to a halt maybe twenty yards away.

For a moment she forgot what she should actually say, and then she managed to whip something together: "I am Giggle, the Bone Seer, and-" (wait this isn't my bone pit, not yet, fuck) (-'we are near my bone pit' doesn't have the same ring to it-) - "-I can see the future in your bones."

Wait.

Dark eyes narrowed.

"...And your future in the bones."

...Well, eccentric wasn't necessarily a bad thing to come across as, either.

"-You were looking for me?"

The others took her stumbled words at face value, and she ran with it: drew herself a little more upright, as if offended at the idea she couldn't use their bones. But the mention of mangoes sidetracked her, so that she never commented on the former.

Mango-? she thought.

Hadn't she granted a vision, a long time ago, of a mango in someone's future? Could these creatures be related? Maybe their futures intertwined, somehow...

"A mango," Giggle said (after the requisite head-nods to greet them both), "is a fruit." She paused, thinking, then suppressed a shrug: "If you want readings, you'll need to come back to my Bone Pit. It's this way," she told them, turning to lead the way back up the hill, along a worn but narrow trail that curled along the slope. "I saw a mango in another's future, once. Why do you ask about it?" she questioned, and wondered.

"As for your futures, I will do two readings, then. Do you have any specific questions, or just want to know what happens in your futures? Did Vargas send you?" she added, curious. He had gotten his own future here, once--to test her, she thought. He hadn't been back since, but she had fought in Ursa; maybe this was another test, or he'd sent his creatures to meet her.

Or maybe they weren't related, though they certainly appeared to be. The eyes on the one were sort of a dead giveaway.

She reached the bone pit as they spoke, the hole as deep as she was tall and twice as wide--but piled to the brim with bones, so that it was hard to tell at first glance just how deep it went. There--holding Khavur's intended question in her mind--she searched first for a bone for them.

Conversation, however, was ever-distracting, and she glanced wryly at the winged... dog-dragon? She wasn't sure. "Connotation-? It's a fruit," she repeated, slipping back from "theatrical bone-witch" to "blunt, foul-mouthed grandma." Humor colored her voice as she continued. "I was just as confused as you are. As they are," and she shrugged spotted shoulders lightly. "That was a vision from straight magic-..." Lesson time? Lesson time. "Reality's woven of everything in it. A seer can grasp at the present, all the little things that make up the now, and use it to look into the future--not certainties, but potential--alities..!" She wasn't sure if that was a word. She'd just now made it up. She shrugged again. "But we can do that in all sorts of ways--magic's in everything, all of reality, so some of us see through fire or water, others in bones or straight magic, or fungus. My readings are with bones but I can use magic, too. And the magic showed me a mango."

She eyed Khavur sidelong, dark eyes brimming with mirth. "Sometimes, there's context. This time? -It was just a mango. Fruit can mean... karma. Getting back what you put into the world. But I think this was just a mango. Stay here."

Giggs looked back toward the pit, and after a moment, picked a large and misshapen scapula--something that'd had little spikes along the bone itself. The bone was nearly as broad as her entire ribcage, and it was ancient, so that she had to half-straddle it to get it up the trail that led to the ledge overlooking her pit. Once there, she settled onto her haunches, the bone held between her forelimbs. "I'll do yours first," she said to Khavur, shifting her attention to Chaos-Two. "You still need to pick which question! Or I can ask the bones both." Raucous humor bled into solemnity, mixing, as she continued: "I can give you one answer already: it doesn't matter. There's shitty sorts in the world, and some of them are parents; if you live to please them, you'll never live for yourself!" This advice was given loudly, freely, brashly, without a care in the world as to how it would be received. And just as quickly, the hyena moved on.

"Anyway. You know my name; you didn't give me yours. What should I call you?" she asked. And once she'd gotten those, she focused on the bones--a name, at least a title, was important to help her focus on the question, and on the reading.

The thick scapula was lifted again in Giggle's jaws; she pushed back up from her lazy sit, and peered down into the pit. Tell me, bones; what lies in Khavur's future? She held the image of Khavur in her mind: their double heads, misshapen horns, the wings and too many limbs. She imagined them, in the future--where would they be?--and lobbed the bone to clatter down below.

She watched it fall, and spin, light gleaming off its dull ivory. She watched as it clattered into the pit, her dark eyes sweeping over the other bone that bounced up with it, entangling side-by-side. Watched how the pair fell together, bouncing, only for others to fall in line close by; watched as a larger bone beneath, a jagged few ribs still twined with ancient and dessicated cartilage, shielded it from its own fall.

Giggle didn't bother with theatricality now; she probably looked dramatic enough, poised over her bone pit, searching the bleached remains with her gaze as if she'd genuinely find some meaning in their empty lifelessness. And the certainty with which she looked over them, and spoke, lent her a somewhat esoteric atmosphere all its own.

"These are good signs!" the Bone Seer cried, after a moment, with enthusiasm in her tone. And it was genuine; nothing forced. "I see you on a journey, here and now. Travelling, not only physical but toward a goal and you are not alone: a pair, a team!" Her gaze flicked up to Chaos-Two. "-But maybe that much is obvious!" she added, with a hearty cackle laid in afterward. "I see this team as inseparable. A union! Your future holds only good that I can see. The bones speak of allies, those who walk the same path as you. They'll know whatever it is you're going through; you won't be alone if you don't choose to be. Working together, you can manage great things. I see, farther in your future, victory; like a hunt, a good success. And you may not see it, but you are protected, all along; some powerful force is guarding you, sparing you from something. The bones speak only of fortune for you, Khavur."

She fixed them with her gaze, and glanced to Chaos-Two. "Do you have any more questions, for the bones? -And what of you; do you want only to know if you will be happy? Free?"