Chapitre 169: Chapter 169: The Repository Of Creation

Not a big stretch that we all ended up in the Repository consulting the Head archivist who had only recently been under the thrall of the very prophecy that Dad seemed to have spoken for.

Like that wasn't creepy or anything.

To his credit, Dad seemed shaken by the experience and wouldn't talk about it, though he did accept my hug of comfort after the fact. He allowed others to speak for him, Seshat and her penchant for the historic the logical one to share what we'd learned with the palomino centaur who ran the jumbled collection of all things Creation. While I could have intervened and given my two cents, I was tired, I found, the pressure of all their emotions making me actually yawn a few times, doing my best to hide it behind my hand.