M i l d e w
Come down, little darling,
and lay at my breast
Saying nothing to Aurelia admiring the strength card, Mildew ran her fingers over the edges of the pictures; strength indeed bore a lion, the moon a smiling white face and the star of course had an image of Safrin, posing before a black and star-punctured sky. "Do you pray to Safrin?" Mildew asked, half in thought, as her fingertips ran over the final card.
As for the reading as a whole, she finally sat up straight and nodded. "So, this is what the cards are telling me. You stay in Torchline, you will face dangers and horrors unlike anything you've seen before, honey. It will rip you apart....but." Holding up a finger she caught Aurelia's eyes, a smirk forming on her lips. "You will put yourself back together, if you have the mind to do it, and become stronger, better. Even a hero, maybe. Who knows."
Gathering the cards up in her hands, Mildew stared at them as if daring them to reveal anything further. "Make sure you don't fall into the wrong side with the higher powers of this world. Pray to Gods - Safrin, for you, I think - and do their work. You will be rewarded." She nodded, sure now that she had seen it all, and put the cards back with the rest of the deck. "That was a good fortune. Lots of potential. Are you confident you can live up to it?"
Oh, come a little closer
and I'll do the rest
and I'll do the rest