Rosetta

She regards them quizzically, stepping back from the two. "Your friend," she asks Scheherazade quietly, "is he stupid or clueless?" Scheherazade looks between her and Azrael, who's taken to glaring at the druid.

"I'm not going to answer that, Rosetta," she answers. "You're causing enough trouble as is."

~~

As she smokes her pipe, steam pouring from her nostrils, Rosetta's steely green eyes peer out from her ever-present headdress, eyeing each of the group's members quietly. When they land on Minas, she exhales a plume of vapor, seemingly exhausted by her thoughts.

"So it has come to pass. This chaos, this warring...is it truly happening?" she asks, though she doesn't seem to want a response. Her rhetorical inquisition is already answered when she says, "I expected us to have another twenty years at least, before this problem would rear its' ugly head. But perhaps that was foolish hope on my part." The group exchanges looks, each ranging from complete confusion to apprehension.

Hel speaks up first.

"You knew all this was going to happen, didn't you."

"I know about as much as any other," she quips, placing the pipe back between her lips. "I cannot divine future events in perfect clarity, despite my relationship with my goddess. Not even the Lightweaver, with her pursuit of logic and truth, is of help to me in discerning dreams; perhaps that is because of her youth, but her power is undisputed." As she breathes out another cloud, her eyes seem distant as she discloses, "What I do know is something that precedes us all; even you, Minas, despite your hundred year age."

The fins of the mirror bend against their cranium as their four eyes glare at the druid. "I fail to see how," they gripe. "Are you saying that whatever is going on was predestined? Ordained by higher powers?"

"Calm down, child. Your atheism is showing plain," the other dragon deadpans. Minas growls, though Seth places a claw on their shoulder, a silent plea to mind their anger.

The coatl looks aside to Rosetta, and he sounds like he is choosing his words carefully: "How far back does this knowledge go? And what does it mean for us, in the present day?"

Everyone is quiet as the druid looks up at them, her terracotta colored paw coming upwards to stroke her shamrock mane. She appears more interested than usual, as her tone lightens considerably from the monotone way she typically speaks. "That is something I do know. This knowledge of events, however hazy, comes from the age that the First Four were born. Make no mistake that the Eleven you revere-" and she spares a look at Minas before correcting, "most of you revere, had elders they once looked up to. They are the Gods of Sornieth, yes, but they are not the creators of planets far outside our purview."

Here, she leans back in her seat, as she explains, "Devros was the one who spoke of it. Deva was the one who confirmed it." That shocks the crew of the Discovery, as Azrael blanches.

"YOU SPOKE TO OUR GODS!?" he snaps. His jaw slackens, wide eyed as he then yells, "THEY told you what's happening!?"

"They spoke to me, actually. I had no idea who they were. But those two false Imperials had to speak to me...They had to pass on their knowledge," Rosetta says. "After all, they did come before the Eleven and witnessed everything before then. And they explained that these events were yet to come, as a byproduct of an Eternal War trying to break a cycle."

"A war?" Scheherazade asks. "What war is that? Or...is it something we aren't meant to understand?"

Rosetta only smiles, as she offers, "Oh, you will get it in time, my dear sorceress. But only in due time. Your focus out to be on finding the Heart of Ataraxis, who counterbalances the Bedlam Key. I sense she has already been reborn, and will doubtlessly be attempting to control her powers. You ought to find her, as she can help you as much as you help her."

With a sense of finality, she snuffs out her pipe's flame, her words quiet. "Ataraxis and Bedlam...truly, our existence is of duality. But I wonder, are there many more facets than we can perceive? At the very least, let us all rest in the end..."