Firestone Hot Springs Before we ever were afraid of the unknown

It was good enough for Fennec. It had been too long since she'd practiced, and the more she focused in on what little she knew of Blueberry, the more she just wanted to do this. She wasn't soft or anything, fuck that, but it didn't feel like she wouldn't be helping by maybe giving her a little something by way of direction. Even if it was bullshit.

He and I could use some food. And I bet you could too. She couldn't see if the girl was doing well for herself, and she didn't smell unhealthy. But one hunter alone would never be as good as two - that much she knew just from listening to how the pack operated. So you can help me bring him something. She'd rather the girl just bring something herself but if she was that down on her abilities, fine. Let the blind witch do the work.. Fennec smirked, then sat down and stared sightlessly into the distance.

Letting out a breath, she ran through it. Low self esteem. No real direction, seems like. She's alone, which means she's probably on the outs with her family. Not too surprising, from what her parents seemed.. Fennec didn't know about Vesper's real parentage, but she'd sensed the tension in the family either way. She's probably got some real trust issues. And if she's anything like me, she felt like a complete outsider at the Caldera. Fennec hadn't felt like a complete outsider, of course, but she knew what avoiding a pack was like. She'd done it for weeks when Bronco disappeared.

You have a lot of trouble. So much of it that you wonder if your life is going to just be that. You've always kept it all in, pushing through and assuming no one else gets it. You can't trust anyone else to get it. Only you know who you are. Except maybe you don't. Wow, that was franker than she'd probably meant it. But it felt honest, even if she was maybe projecting a tidge.

You can try to do it alone, but you'll be miserable. You're life won't be over, and you might be okay in the end, but you won't be happy. She could almost sense a kind of loneliness as a slice of wind cut through the warm steam. She'd learned that the hard way, and maybe Blueberry would have to as well. I sense that you want to know what's real and what isn't. Who's real and who's fake. Be careful with it, though, because that starts with knowing what is real in you. Otherwise you'll lose yourself in others. What the fuck brought that on?

Alright, this one was getting away from her. She listened, automatically closing her eyes. It was weird - for a moment, she didn't hear anything. You are waiting for something. You want something but are waiting for someone else to give you the answer. Don't. Trust your own judgement, and... alright, she needed a real sign.

There. A warmth, spreading across her back, as the sun lit through the clouds. Fuck that was good. It'll turn out good. You'll find what you are looking for if you just go for it. Completion, happiness, whatever. She always took the sun as a good sign, something that said all the worries would be done and healing would happen - or whatever bullshit needed to overcome any clouds fucking with someone's life. It was an aggressively optimistic end but she couldn't really argue with it. How else was she supposed to read that?

The forces I read don't fuck around. Take it or leave it. She added, breaking the spell and opening her eyes again without turning towards Blueberry. She'd done her part, but waited, wondering if the girl would take issue with any of it. Few had in the past, but she'd rarely been so.... bitchy? Nah. Overbearing? Maybe. Maybe she's got a fucking nosy aunt on the other side channeling me. Who's to say.

What a pull, wowza

Heart of matter - daughter of swords
Opposing factors - 3 of pentacles
Root cause - father of swords
Past - 4 of swords
Goal - 7 of cups
Future - 4 of pentacles
You - 10 of swords
Hopes and fears - 8 of swords
External influences - Judgement
Outcome - 10 of pentacles