Verdigris Ravine if we lose our touch, it won’t mean much

eyes closed, qiao sent her energy out into the darkness. in these readings, the darkness always thrummed back. 

this time the only answer was the disapproving snarl of ephraim’s taotaomona. 

qiao sighed, for no spirits whispered and her internal starmap was dim.  once more the sigil-bones fell into a senseless jumble. 

no fox for you. the seer’s dry answer came. your sigil-bones are clouded by a great force. your friend, her gaze seemed to communicate. I’d hoped with your consent, things might be different. the implication she’d attempted this before went unspoken. tell me of your life before me.