There were five Oracles sitting nearby, all of them fairly young and probably not predicting anything more important or hard to notice than the weather. Until my approach, they were conversing between them in hushed voices.
Now they all turned to me like a gaggle of awed birds with cute, wide eyes.
"We… We aren't sure, Father," one of them said. "But we will try to think about it. Right now, yes?"
She turned to her sisters, who all began nodding.
"We didn't predict yesterday's storm. This was bad… Some unfinished buildings were destroyed, and sister Undecided scolded us for it," another Oracle said, then hummed thoughtfully. "But this was now. What was before? What will happen now?"
I sighed. If they kept being this unclear, I would get nowhere—but this was a common occurrence with Oracles.
"Will it help you if I retell how it all started?"
"Maybe?"
