Page 12 of Smoke & Ashes
I have a really dirty imagination. That won’t help.
If it looks like a penis or a pair of breasts, it’s probably sex stuff.
I was kind of pleased that Sofia had grown up enough that she could type the wordpenisinto a text message perfectly comfortably. Then again she was a medic now, she’d probably been slicing them off cadavers since fresher’s week.You are no help.
You realise you’ve spent more time asking me about sex emojis than about how I foretold your death.
She had a point. Although, to be honest, she’d known me long enough I couldn’t imagine she was terribly surprised.People try to kill me all the time. I don’t often accidentally sext teenagers.
Enough time passed without a reply that I panicked slightly.It was the penguin, wasn’t it. Do penguins mean cunnilingus?
:confused face::confused face::confused face:
Then
I suppose they do now?
Here lies Kate Kane. Was in a hole. Didn’t stop digging. Beloved daughter, sorely missed.
Tell you what. Let’s go back to talking about me dying. I’ll feel way better.
Good idea.
I waited for a moment, but nothing else was forthcoming.So—anything else?
Just what I’ve told you. Black dress. Water. Swords. I made a note in my dream journal.
You have a dream journal?
My dreams are messages about the future from the God of the Sun. Of course I have a dream journal.
She had a point. Again. It still sounded a bit teenagery to me but then shewasstill technically a teenager, so she had me coming and going.
Am I the only one who’s in danger?I tried.
I don’t know.
That was vague. Vague was seldom good when it came to prophecies. Of course it was also usually all you got. It seemed that consulting the oracle had taken me about as far as it was going to.
Or maybe not. A thought struck me.
Sofia, have you ever tried doing the prophecy thing deliberately?
:scared emoji: What do you mean?
I mean someone asks you a question and you talk to the gods or destiny or whatever
Out of habit, I split it into two texts.And then you say something cryptic and ironic that they can look back at later and be all oh right she was talking about MY empire.
There was nothing for a moment. The bus stopped and I had to get up to let somebody off. Then Sofia sent:Try asking me something.
I thought about it. There was a lot I wanted to know. There was also a lot I absolutely didn’t want to know. I tried for something low-risk.How can I save Elise.
Another long pause. Two more bus-stops passed and I had to give up my seat for an old man with a walking stick.
Finally Sofia got back with:Nothing. Sorry.
Perhaps we need to get you high.
