Mildew
She is like a cat in the dark and then
She is the darkness
Oh, Arialla may have thought she was picking at random, but as Mildew's steady eyes followed her fingers to the cards, she felt the heavy weight of fate shifting over them. The first card she scooped up with glee, glancing at it then turning it out towards her guest. "Four of Cups." The card depicted a young fae sat under a tree in the Greatwood, eyes cast downward, not seeing the glamourous chalice being held out towards them. "This is a card for reflection and consideration. It's time to consider where you stand."
Of course, the full meaning wouldn't be clear until all the cards were out. Next, the second card: An intimidating blindfolded woman sat high, holding scales in one hand and a knife in the other. "Justice. You will come to the right choice after this time of reflection."
The third she paused before taking, letting the tension build just slightly before she snatched it up in two fingers and flicked it over. "Oh." Mildew's face clouded over for a moment as she considered the image, a figure carrying swords in it's arms, running away from some unknown threat. "Seven of Swords. A card to mean deception, theft, lies...you must be careful to stay sure in your convictions."
Laying the three cards out before her on the floor, Mildew leaned back to give her overall impression: "Well, it seems obvious to me. This is a warning about the coming times and what you need to keep true to your heart - your own truth. People will try to deceive you and pull you away from what is right...and you have to be sure you are doing what is right. If you allow your attention to slip, allow yourself to fall..." Her eyes became dark and she looked up at Arialla through curly masses of hair, for a moment looking all the Ancient Swamp Witch she was. "Terrible things wait."
Of course, the full meaning wouldn't be clear until all the cards were out. Next, the second card: An intimidating blindfolded woman sat high, holding scales in one hand and a knife in the other. "Justice. You will come to the right choice after this time of reflection."
The third she paused before taking, letting the tension build just slightly before she snatched it up in two fingers and flicked it over. "Oh." Mildew's face clouded over for a moment as she considered the image, a figure carrying swords in it's arms, running away from some unknown threat. "Seven of Swords. A card to mean deception, theft, lies...you must be careful to stay sure in your convictions."
Laying the three cards out before her on the floor, Mildew leaned back to give her overall impression: "Well, it seems obvious to me. This is a warning about the coming times and what you need to keep true to your heart - your own truth. People will try to deceive you and pull you away from what is right...and you have to be sure you are doing what is right. If you allow your attention to slip, allow yourself to fall..." Her eyes became dark and she looked up at Arialla through curly masses of hair, for a moment looking all the Ancient Swamp Witch she was. "Terrible things wait."
She rules her life like a fine skylark and when
The sky is starless
