Moonspear halloween

A funny thought occurred to her. She could ask the bones what to ask. And how to ask it. Somehow, that felt too... well, too something. Sialuk wasn't sure that was the kind of thing she was supposed to ask it. It was too roundabout, too meta.

Maybe you can think about something you know the answer to, but I don't. Then I can ask it what you're thinking about, Sialuk said. If they went that route, taataa could help her because he would know the answer. Sialuk would know what question to ask: "What does he know that I don't?"

Assuming he agreed, Sialuk swept the bag of bones into her mouth and began to shake them gently back and forth. She held the question between her ears, silently repeating it with her eyes closed.

What does he know that I don't?

The bones clacked together, making a rather soft, pleasant sound. When it felt like the question had fully formed, she pushed it down into the crow bones. Letting it simmer there until she dropped the rabbit skin open where the bones now laid out.