Redsand Canyon Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beating

only if he wants to follow <3 otherwise RO!

Pullin cards again - feels good!
Heart - eight of wands
Opposing - father of swords
Root - the magician
Past - mother of pentacles
Goal - son of pentacles
Future - five of pentacles
Fears/aspirations - judgement
Self - daughter of wands
Outside forces - daughter of cups
Outcome - six of swords

The night of the move, deep into the darkest hours, Fennec slipped away from her place at @Germanicus’ side and made her way silently into the heart of the canyon. She moved with deliberate, unhurried purpose until she reached a spot that felt right. It was the crest of a small rise, open to the sky, that felt as though it had to be somewhere near the center.

The last time she’d read the signs in a new home, she’d ignored the blatant warning that should have told her that her marriage was rotting through. This time she wouldn’t be so naive. A sign like that wouldn’t be a death knell, but it would be a conversation. This time she wouldn’t dive in with blind optimism.

Fennec lifted her head and took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out as she took in the space. She let the question settle on her and then just listened.

She couldn’t settle. There was a restless feeling in her no matter how much she told herself to relax. Her life had become a state of constant motion again, driving forward with a purpose that meant she didn’t need to slow down or look back. For some reason, this time it didn’t feel out of control - perhaps it was the steady presence of her husband. Knowing that he would correct her course if she did steer towards the cliff. For the first time, maybe in her life, she was making big changes that she was fully and entirely happy about. The restlessness was the energy of motion, but nothing about it made her want to run.

She was realizing her future in a way that was different than what she’d envisioned before. It was possible, maybe, to be dependable and trustworthy without filing down all of her edges or softening all of her corners.

Fennec thought about the future and the sensation shifted. An anxiety she couldn’t really describe. Was that a sign or just… how she felt? Maybe both. It didn’t matter how happy her present was - she still couldn’t be sure for her future. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming that would try to take apart the things she was building.

She couldn’t let go of that and embrace things fully yet. She couldn’t risk being wrong and not being ready.

But the certainty she felt at the present was extremely new, as was the quiet that surrounded her. It was strange… it was like the entire canyon was paused. Waiting. Like for once, it wanted to know what she was going to make of it.

More than anything, she felt hope. Like any route she took now would lead to better things than the ones she’d come from. There was unease about her future, but there was also an unexplainable feeling that even if things went sideways, she’d somehow come out okay. Maybe she just had too many things to conceive of losing all of it now.

She sat there a moment longer, taking it in, a small smile settled on her upturned muzzle. It was a beautiful night.

Maybe this was all bullshit. She only half believed it herself. But something in her picked up that hopeful feeling and held onto it firmly, glad to have some sort of confirmation that things were going to turn out okay. More and more was going to change; a trip, children, Mereo itself. And, despite herself, a hint of optimism was beginning to work its way in.

I’m dying over how perfect some of these are.

Daughter of wands - “this card can also represent a woman going through a transformation or spiritual breakthrough”

Six of swords - “recovery from difficult times. Hope is on the horizon; things will get better”. One of the only positive sword cards XD