Some people have an identity.
Watching the lighter deck vanish from the table, Thal pushed aside any lingering regret to focus on the reading to come. She leaned forward onto her forearms to observe the process more closely, always suspicious that something deceptive might occur. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
The questions gave her pause, even as the request quickly revealed itself. "What do they say about my purpose?" Whether the woman took that in terms of 'career' or not was up to her. Thal had been feeling doubtful about her role as a pirate captain, but it didn't seem like she had anywhere else to go or turn. She was even more adrift than usual, which was hard to imagine when she rarely had a direction or goal to strive towards. Although she doubted the cards would be able to give her the answers she sought, the hope stubbornly hung to the recesses of her subconscious.
The questions gave her pause, even as the request quickly revealed itself. "What do they say about my purpose?" Whether the woman took that in terms of 'career' or not was up to her. Thal had been feeling doubtful about her role as a pirate captain, but it didn't seem like she had anywhere else to go or turn. She was even more adrift than usual, which was hard to imagine when she rarely had a direction or goal to strive towards. Although she doubted the cards would be able to give her the answers she sought, the hope stubbornly hung to the recesses of her subconscious.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
