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He didn't shoot it down. Instead he surprised her again by wanting to know more. She didn't recall anyone ever asking her to explain the way her trade worked before - she'd done readings, but never revealed the practice behind it. In some ways it ruined the magic.

She wondered if Germanicus was more like herself than she even realized at first. If he was going to consider allowing her to offer her skills to others, he should know the benefits and the risks involved. She wasn't even sure she'd be offended if he chose not to take them.

Witchcraft is about expectation. She settled herself more comfortably against him, noting his body language silently as she did. It's about seeing what a wolf wants and then making it clear you have the answers. But what you give doesn't need to be defined, or even a clear path. Fennec's smile grew a little. She liked to think she'd gotten better at this portion of it. That's the magic in it. When I give fortunes, I read the "signs", but I also read them. Then I decide what I "see".

It was a dangerous game at times. If she was too specific she risked giving something that could be easily debunked. If she was too vague then she might reveal herself as a fraud too. Sometimes I get something clear enough to guess. Mostly I tell them what I think they want to hear. Or what I think they don't. The second was decidedly more fun. Despite how littered with darkness her time in the Glen was, she'd never not laugh thinking about the way she'd nearly incited a mutiny among the brothers.