Oracle

Terrible silence.

Worried glances.

A chill in the air.

"You see this card?" Oracle murmured, gesturing to an image of a crumbling castle. "That's The Tower. It represents catastrophe. Paired with the Three of Swords, it's a very grim reading. And over here," she continued, scooting to the other side of the desk, "the opal, representing thieves, and the fish hook--we all know what that means--landed in the upper right quadrant. That half of the circle represents the future. Grief, suffering, disaster, your highnesses!"

"What do we do about this?" Sasha asked seriously. "How do we avoid this terrible fate?"

"Yes," said Eclipse, "what do we to to..."

Her last words came out in a whisper.

"...not run out of fish?"

"We have a few options, but we're running out of time. You must hire a new fisherdragon, before it's too late."

Herra snorted sparks. "We all know what the Howl will do if it runs out of its mackerel supply." His wives shuddered.

"Fortunately, a fisherdragon is easy to find," Oracle said, rooting around in a drawer for a quill and paper. "These are the requirements as told to me by my readings today. Hire an elderly dragon, one who knows the trade like the back of his paw, and we will have nothing to fear."

Oracle's other head Cass, having slumbered this whole time, suddenly jerked awake. "What did I miss?"

"Nothing, sister. Go back to sleep."

Oracle passed the advertisement across the table to Herra, careful not to bump her candles. He took it in his paws solemnly.

"Thank you for your wisdom, Oracle. Because of you we will not run out of fish."

The lord and his wives turned as one and strode out of the chamber, dragons on a mission.