Moonspear the dark age

Norah did not have time to come up with a question (but we can't say she had actually given a try), because Oracle Bleach went straight to action - rattling bones, making them fall on the ground, leaning over, scrutinizing location of each piece, every angle. She had to admit that the kid had true devotion to the craft, even if it was just a silly, little game to pass the time, but which meant nothing in the bigger scheme of things. 

See magic again? As opposed of now? Her inner sarcastic self sneered, but her expression remained composed and her eyes were trained on the girl. Sounds like I am dying, how convenient. The voice in her head rolled its eyes, groaned and went off to a dark corner of her mind to do stuff that was more practical. "That's not very specific," she observed. "Your words may have thousand different meanings and just because I may see one in them, what appease me the most, might not be true on a bigger scale," she went on. 

"How can you be sure that you are not mistaken? How do you know that your trinkets are telling the truth?" she questioned.