Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Magic, but not. It was an intriguing notion, and Maea listened with keen interest as Alys tried to explain. Following the dance of cards in her hands, it seemed this was akin to an exercise in intuition rather than fortune telling. Using imagery and interpretation to find meaning and inspiration rather than attempting to diving a carved path. It was a relief to hear that there was no such thing as a future set in stone, though she wondered what could truly be said when they didn't know each other well. Getting tired of my own words
Only one way to find out.
"Mmh, very interesting. Go ahead, I'm ready," Maea said, leaning in to watch the reading. Though she felt a certain flutter of anticipation, she still tried to curb any expectations. Like Alys was saying, this was only guidance, not a cure-all for her problems. At best she might get some inspiration for what to do next... and at worst, she'd waste some time in pleasant company. No harm done either way.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
