Blackfeather Woods Insight IV

Ah, a soothsayer. He nodded, knowing well the practices of bone reading and attempts at understanding signs of nature as the signs of greater beings. He had seen his mother use men posing as fortune tellers who would direct others to do things, as told by the Gods, by doing little more than making sure bones were in a certain order. Taikon had seen friends turned against friends, and social structures threaten to crumble from such practices. Immediately, he did not trust her, though on her surface she seemed honest at the very least.
And then, the bird.
Just like the boy from Seelie Court, the bird unnerved Taikon, and he was unable to keep himself from sneering at it. He did not like birds. Is that from these woods? he asked, as though the crow was no more than a piece of fluff sitting upon her shoulder. How she had maintained her balance as its weird little feet grabbed her, he had no idea.