"Ichor would be better for that, y'know," D murmured, glancing up at Anubis. He shrugged, pulling a lighter from his jeans and setting lit candles in patterns about them. He sat Indian style on the floor and pulled the bowl of wine close to him until it touched his leg. For now Anubis had told them enough of the present situation for Dionysus to be satisfied. Investigation could fill in the rest of the pieces. What he was interested in now was the future...
He stared into the red depths until all sight was blurred and obscured, made abstract as his mind tried to reach out to the wispy airy depths of Fate. He was only the winter time housekeeper for Delphi, but that didn't mean he couldn't handle scrying. He placed his fingers into the edge of the wine, as if trying to submerge his whole being into the void.