RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray hummed, recalling the Oracle's words. "The relics? I have eyes and ears already out looking. If I find anything, I'll let you know. But one thing. The Oracle didn't really specify that they'd be weapons. Keep your mind open. These relics sound like they'll be tools for the war, but not all tools are blatantly weapons." Ray advised her friend, having debated the possible identities of the items for many nights already. She'd learned from a young age to find every possible meaning in one's words, to catch the hidden messages and clues that they might present. Who knew just what these relics might be. One could be a map or something for all they knew.
Once the water was dark enough it was time to strain it once more. "Alright, last one." Ray announced as they began to pour out the dye into it's new jug. "Once these cool down we can close them off and they'll be good to go."
Once the water was dark enough it was time to strain it once more. "Alright, last one." Ray announced as they began to pour out the dye into it's new jug. "Once these cool down we can close them off and they'll be good to go."
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
