Moonspear the dark age

Tarot draw: The Magician, Wheel of Fortune, The Fool.

Sialuk thought she caught some strange expression in Norah's face when she looked back, but it was fleeting, and she did not think on it more. Anybody who wished to know more about her practice was welcome, so long as they were not rude about it. As far as Sialuk could tell, Norah was being perfectly pleasant about the whole thing.

Then came the question, and Sialuk wondered if such a thing could be done. It was hard when she was still learning to read, but perhaps the extra practice would do her some good. Besides, what was there to lose? Hopefully, Norah's future would be a good one. And if not, Sialuk could always lie and tell her the bones only said good things about what was to happen.

I will ask them, she said.

Once again, she gathered the corners of the softened skin, bones clattering around as she shook them and thought of the question: What is Norah's future?

When the time was right, Sialuk let the bag of bones fall to the ground, taking a moment to look over them and see if anything was noticeable about the way they had fallen.

Once again, there was a set of three bones (they always seemed to come in threes) that she focused on. The first one was representative of the bones themselves, which Sialuk found rather meta. The second one she had come to think of as the cycle of life and the cycle of the seasons. The third one was a rather amusing bone, a sort of bumbling, carefree caricature in her mind.

Slowly, the three came together to tell a story. This was the part that Sialuk needed the most practice with. Now that she knew what the bones all meant, she had to figure out how to explain it to Norah.

You will see magic again. It could be from me, but there are other practitioners around. That will put things into motion, and a four seasons after your encounter with this magic, the weight of whatever troubles you now will be lifted from you.

Sialuk glanced up, curious to see what Norah's reaction would be. Would she take it to heart, or would she think it was all a farce? A year (and then some) was a long way to wait, but a vague question deserved a vague answer, she supposed.