Alys
this night is alive with the smell of insane —
Alys's excitement rapidly descended into nerves when the stranger agreed to be her first test subject. Somehow, she hadn't expected him to say yes, and now that he had, she wasn't quite sure where to begin. Still, he'd volunteered, and if she wanted to heed his advice, there was no time like the present to practice. With a deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach, Alys reached into her pocket to withdraw her deck of cards.
"I use these cards to offer guidance to others," she said nervously. Some people were less receptive than others to her tarot practice, and she couldn't quite read where the man would fall on the spectrum of acceptance. "You don't need to do anything. Just - give me a moment."
Usually, Alys would ask if an individual had any particular concerns and divine a spread of cards to best address them, but today, she wasn't quite as sure of herself as she would normally be. Instead, she decided on a single-card, general pull. She shuffled the cards deftly, with the ease of long practice. What does he need to know? she asked the cards silently, realizing suddenly that she'd never asked the stranger's name. Oh well; it was too late now.
She cut the cards and pulled the top one. Knight of Cups, reversed. "Hmm," she hummed. The card indicated that the stranger was on the brink of some kind of new project, but was perhaps hesitating to take action. How was she to put that into an illusion? She thought for a moment longer, then began to concentrate. A small figure began to emerge in the snow: an armored knight, riding a white horse. The knight paced before a pile of supplies. "The Knight of Cups indicates that there is some creative project that you've been contemplating, but being reversed, you might be facing some kind of blockage or hesitation." The knight dismounted and began to build using the supplies. "It's time for action -" The illusion petered out. It was harder than she'd expected to keep her concentration while describing the card. She huffed with frustration. "Well, that's what the cards say, anyway."
"I use these cards to offer guidance to others," she said nervously. Some people were less receptive than others to her tarot practice, and she couldn't quite read where the man would fall on the spectrum of acceptance. "You don't need to do anything. Just - give me a moment."
Usually, Alys would ask if an individual had any particular concerns and divine a spread of cards to best address them, but today, she wasn't quite as sure of herself as she would normally be. Instead, she decided on a single-card, general pull. She shuffled the cards deftly, with the ease of long practice. What does he need to know? she asked the cards silently, realizing suddenly that she'd never asked the stranger's name. Oh well; it was too late now.
She cut the cards and pulled the top one. Knight of Cups, reversed. "Hmm," she hummed. The card indicated that the stranger was on the brink of some kind of new project, but was perhaps hesitating to take action. How was she to put that into an illusion? She thought for a moment longer, then began to concentrate. A small figure began to emerge in the snow: an armored knight, riding a white horse. The knight paced before a pile of supplies. "The Knight of Cups indicates that there is some creative project that you've been contemplating, but being reversed, you might be facing some kind of blockage or hesitation." The knight dismounted and began to build using the supplies. "It's time for action -" The illusion petered out. It was harder than she'd expected to keep her concentration while describing the card. She huffed with frustration. "Well, that's what the cards say, anyway."
— it's reaching for me and it's calling my name
