“I learned as a teenager to keep certain prophecies and visions to myself or at least to my own small council. Our esteemed House of Oracles has many gifted Seers who get overly excited when they finally piece something together. Then the whole world knows. Then they all come to me yammering for solutions. “What shall we do? How can we fix it? Tell us all that you know about this…”

And next come the ad nauseum discussions. Everybody has an opinion—each sure they’ve divined the best course and the talk goes in endless circles for weeks and moons, until I want to cut out their tongues so I no longer have to listen to their egos.

It becomes my dearest wish; a giant bouquet of dry, deflated tongues that are finally finally still.”