A Reading,
The old shed-star barely moves as she watches the three-eyed girl walk into the dark haven of her tent. Her third eye means nothing to the tarot-reader who looks at the stars for her answers and not at girls who walk as boldly as women.
And if she can smell sun and sand on the girl she says nothing about it.
Tonight they all belong to Denocte and to the night.
The smoke dances and tangles together like three dragons as she uses her magic to shuffle the dark and battered deck of cards. One dragon is pale smoke, another dark, and another red. Over and over they tangle above their heads and still the shed-star watches only the girl and the thrum of blood pulsing beneath her skin. She cuts the deck into three piles (one for each eye maybe?) before piling them back into one deck.
The old mare pulls three cards, one above and three below like a small,fragile pyramid. “A clarity spread.” It's all she says before she flips over the card above the row of three.
The card revealed is the 'nine of cups'. The shed-stars smiles then and something about the look on her seems sly and clever and godlike.
Next she flips over the bottom three and from left to right they are revealed to be: the high priestess, the ace of cups and the mother of wands. Her smile turns a little fierce then when shadows pool in the spaces between her teeth, and between her teeth and flesh.
“Nothing.” She says and the three smoke dragons seem to dissolve into the air when she inhales a little deeper (and for a moment it seems as if she has swallowed the three beasts). “Nothing more than perhaps the youthful hope that there is something coming out of the shadows for you. You are the the maker of your own fate and you are not your mother. Take the world, child. It's been waiting for you.”
Darkness descends then and all the candles seem to snuff out at the exact same moment. The ruby-dusted and dark flaps of the tent snap in a wild wind and it's obvious that the star has no more to say for she's now nothing more than another shadow.
Was she ever there to begin with?
@Apolonia
And if she can smell sun and sand on the girl she says nothing about it.
Tonight they all belong to Denocte and to the night.
The smoke dances and tangles together like three dragons as she uses her magic to shuffle the dark and battered deck of cards. One dragon is pale smoke, another dark, and another red. Over and over they tangle above their heads and still the shed-star watches only the girl and the thrum of blood pulsing beneath her skin. She cuts the deck into three piles (one for each eye maybe?) before piling them back into one deck.
The old mare pulls three cards, one above and three below like a small,fragile pyramid. “A clarity spread.” It's all she says before she flips over the card above the row of three.
The card revealed is the 'nine of cups'. The shed-stars smiles then and something about the look on her seems sly and clever and godlike.
Next she flips over the bottom three and from left to right they are revealed to be: the high priestess, the ace of cups and the mother of wands. Her smile turns a little fierce then when shadows pool in the spaces between her teeth, and between her teeth and flesh.
“Nothing.” She says and the three smoke dragons seem to dissolve into the air when she inhales a little deeper (and for a moment it seems as if she has swallowed the three beasts). “Nothing more than perhaps the youthful hope that there is something coming out of the shadows for you. You are the the maker of your own fate and you are not your mother. Take the world, child. It's been waiting for you.”
Darkness descends then and all the candles seem to snuff out at the exact same moment. The ruby-dusted and dark flaps of the tent snap in a wild wind and it's obvious that the star has no more to say for she's now nothing more than another shadow.
Was she ever there to begin with?
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