Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
Alys's prediction, if one could call it that, was a bit vague, but at its core, that was the point of her musings. The cards revealed things for one to ponder, to turn over in their mind and decide for themselves what it meant. Many thought that tarot predicted the future, but that was wrong - it was both so much more and so much less than that. Alys had used the cards many times as a tool for self-reflection. The art was in interpreting the cards; the difficulty was in applying their message to one's own life.
She was pleased to find that her message resonated with the stranger, and she smiled shyly as he spoke. Perhaps he was right, and the more she practiced, the easier and better it would get. It was a shame that she'd felt so rushed and frazzled during the reading. She felt sure that she could improve with practice. "I think you're right." She considered thoughtfully. "I wonder what else I can do with my magic? I'll have to think about that." Her gaze refocused on the stranger. "Thank you."
She was pleased to find that her message resonated with the stranger, and she smiled shyly as he spoke. Perhaps he was right, and the more she practiced, the easier and better it would get. It was a shame that she'd felt so rushed and frazzled during the reading. She felt sure that she could improve with practice. "I think you're right." She considered thoughtfully. "I wonder what else I can do with my magic? I'll have to think about that." Her gaze refocused on the stranger. "Thank you."
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
