Blackwater Islands let gods consume us

maybe a tarot / bone reading thread? i haven't done a new one in a while.

ingram awakes to a cool morning and a fine mist that lays over the islands — like a fog that seeps into his bones. a soft shiver slithers down his spine as he gathers his reading bones into the rabbit pelt and carries them betwixt his jaws to his favored spot to do a reading: a large flat stone, smoothed by the years spent being drifted across the ocean floor to where it washed up on the shore.

in this weather, he can hear the wanlida's voice the strongest: his tether to the commanders of the past stronger with the full moon. he sets the pelt down, nudging it open; seaglass gaze focused on the dried bones.