A Reading,
The mare watches them with more interest than she had watched all the other curious souls this night. They are the first couple to find their way to her. Something in the fire in their eyes and the warmth of their skin reminds the old shed-star of when she was young. Love bloomed in her heart once, a galaxy worth of it.
And so when she smiles at them it's toothy and bright. Her old, silver eyes spark as white as the center of a newborn star. She shuffles the cards for them practically, leaving out all her flashy magic so that the two of them might continue to be the brightest, most magical things in her tent.
Soon there are three cards spread across the table between them. The first is a card with a butterfly hanging above six broken branches. The second is a single cups, an ace. The last is painted with four swords pointing down to a lamb with a sun upon its brow.
The mare's smile deepens.
Her words drip with warmth and something in the tone of them suggests that she knows all the brightness of their hearts and the wants in their bellies. There is little in this nighttime world that a star does not see. “You should both look carefully at the butterfly, rising up and taking on a new life from the sticks it once lived upon as a caterpillar. This card symbolizes life, a new life full of success, love and newness.” There are a million secrets in her eyes as she pauses and inhales. “For the two of you the cup of life is about to overflow with love and joy. But tread carefully, there will be challenges to your happiness. Everything that you need to get past them is inside you and all the love between you both.”
There is a place deep in the shed-star that stars to ache with a low, remember pain. Perhaps it's bits of jealousy. Her own cards have ever been cruel and useless to her. “Reflect, remember how far you've come and how far you're willing to go for love.” She uses her nose to gesture towards the entrance of the tent, telling the lovers that she has nothing more from them.
Just before they leave the confines of her world she whispers, low enough that it might be nothing more than then wind. “Congratulations.”
But what for?
@Eros @Aion
And so when she smiles at them it's toothy and bright. Her old, silver eyes spark as white as the center of a newborn star. She shuffles the cards for them practically, leaving out all her flashy magic so that the two of them might continue to be the brightest, most magical things in her tent.
Soon there are three cards spread across the table between them. The first is a card with a butterfly hanging above six broken branches. The second is a single cups, an ace. The last is painted with four swords pointing down to a lamb with a sun upon its brow.
The mare's smile deepens.
Her words drip with warmth and something in the tone of them suggests that she knows all the brightness of their hearts and the wants in their bellies. There is little in this nighttime world that a star does not see. “You should both look carefully at the butterfly, rising up and taking on a new life from the sticks it once lived upon as a caterpillar. This card symbolizes life, a new life full of success, love and newness.” There are a million secrets in her eyes as she pauses and inhales. “For the two of you the cup of life is about to overflow with love and joy. But tread carefully, there will be challenges to your happiness. Everything that you need to get past them is inside you and all the love between you both.”
There is a place deep in the shed-star that stars to ache with a low, remember pain. Perhaps it's bits of jealousy. Her own cards have ever been cruel and useless to her. “Reflect, remember how far you've come and how far you're willing to go for love.” She uses her nose to gesture towards the entrance of the tent, telling the lovers that she has nothing more from them.
Just before they leave the confines of her world she whispers, low enough that it might be nothing more than then wind. “Congratulations.”
But what for?
@Eros @Aion
