Clouded Predictions [open]
Where was DogPoo when he needed him? The younger elf was much better at reading from the Well of Insight than he was. Sometimes he was right, sometimes he was wrong, and other times the Well itself was being sassy. But that he could tell, Chris knew when the mystical waters were making fun of him or not, right now they were deadly serious. Whatever it was it was trying to tell Chris, it was not going to be good. "Come on, can't you let me know more than that?" The waters rippled in a nonexistent breeze, that one he knew. The Well may be all knowing, but there was only so much that it could delve into. The passage of time would only have to pass before it could gather more of the situation. Chris sighed, lowering his first two fingers into the water. "Fine, show me the vision again." Closing his eyes the well shared with him with visions once again. Clouded skies, darkest as a late rainy night. Air as hot as a blistering fire. Animals crying out in fear, and then nothing. Dammit, he really didn't like it what he just saw, twice now. Were the humans up to something? What were they plotting? Troubled by all of this he left the room, the waters clear and pure.
Eventually his feet had carried him to the gardens. Not the royals, that was strictly off limits to Kyle and his family only. He had a strong belief that he should only enter if invited. These gardens were for the residents, so much hard work had been put into this place, but it could never rival the royals garden. Whenever he found himself stuck on an issue or troubled by something, he came here. Finding a quiet place to sit down and think about what he just saw wasn't hard at all, but the thinking process was interrupted by a sharp peck at his foot. Looking down he saw one of the quails that patrolled the gardens. At first, when these creatures showed up they planned to remove them from the gardens before realizing that they were eating all the harmful insects and leaving the helpful ones alone. And just like that they were allowed to stay. Chris tried to shoo the bird away, but it only came back for more in the end, so he picked it up and narrowed his eyes at the bird. The little quail stared, then blinked before settling down in his hand. "For Pete's sake..." He remarked with a sigh. Little guy was being a pest, but at least he wasn't alone anymore.