The daily oracle is out!
Lirienne, newspaper in hand, darted into the grand library where her gloomy sisters were gathered. Not only them—her cousins were present too.
There was the long-haired, broad-shouldered Marcus, as well as the rarely spoken Orla.
The too-playful Elizabeth was also there, her weird grin always giving Lirienne the creeps. She navigated quietly over to Sela.
"The daily oracle is out,"
She repeated, her voice lower this time. However, the others had already heard her.
"The Daily Oracle, huh? How nostalgic,"
Her aunt Sylvera spoke.
"They don't really distribute it outside of Pyrellis."
"The Daily Oracle? What is that?" someone asked.
"It's a newspaper... of sorts,"
She replied, nudging her head toward the black-paged parchment rolled in Lirienne's hand.
"Black pages?"
Elizabeth asked curiously.
Lirienne hesitated before explaining.
"It's special paper. It doesn't last more than three days before disintegrating."
