Hiccup followed Gunna into her home. The smoky air obscured virtually every detail, in the main room. But as he stood in the doorway, fires burst into life around the room. From the shadows Gunna stepped forward, towards the freshly lit table. A crystal sphere was the only significant ornament resting there.
Even Hiccup knew what that was for. As she slowly sat down she pointed to the chair on the opposite side of the table. Dutifully if a little perplexed, he sat down.
"Questions?" he asked, half joking. But unsure himself whether Gunna was going reveal anything.
He looked into the ball, as she wove her hands around, "paths not taken. Futures unknown..." her voice was weaker and more distant than usual. She was being even creepier than Hiccup liked, and he had a fondness for the unusual.
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