how did this asylum become where i sleep
Her companion rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort, and Alys had the decency to feel embarrassed. It really wasn't his fault that the inn was so crowded. "I'm Alys Glasse," she said, continuing to shuffle her cards lazily. Then, she sat up, affronted. "This isn't a game!" She made it sound like a dirty word. "This is a tarot deck. It's a divination tool."
She set the stack of cards on the table and cut it, creating three small piles in front of her. Then, she stacked them up in a new order and began to shuffle again, almost as though it were a compulsion. These cards are my friends, she wanted to say, but that would be weird - wouldn't it. Instead, she paused. "Let me show you."
She set the stack of cards on the table and cut it, creating three small piles in front of her. Then, she stacked them up in a new order and began to shuffle again, almost as though it were a compulsion. These cards are my friends, she wanted to say, but that would be weird - wouldn't it. Instead, she paused. "Let me show you."
Alys
