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Plant Parenthood; Friday [09/12].
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what_big_teethEleanor had been distracted and thoughtful ever since her conversation with Erasmus on Wednesday, her mind an absolute whirlwind of thought on whether or not he'd be able to help her with Rhys. The way he described it to her, it sounded like what he did might be more in line for what she needed than what Miss Vess did, and it was most exciting and nervewracking having this new prospect. She could be wrong, of course. She was usually wrong about things, and she was trying to figure out how to explain it to him without having to reveal too much. The idea of explaining what she was to someone she barely even knew was a harrowing prospect, but she also owed it to Rhys, to Luma, to her entire family, to try everything she possibly could to right the wrongs she'd done.
(Everything that happened was because you were trying to help, though)
That thought, she shoved back behind the others. Maybe it wouldn't even be a big deal to Erasmus, anyway. It's so nice to meet someone from a world that's at least kind of like mine, he'd said, so maybe he'd understand....
It was hard to focus on work. And even though her grandmother had always told her that magic really was at least half just figuring out what people wanted to happen, she was turning to her tarot cards again. After all, they had set her right when she'd consulted them in regards to her doubts with Kamala; maybe they'd give her guidance now, as well. And, really, when it came to magic, wasn't it also important if you yourself believed it, too, at least a little bit?
So she shuffled the deck. She split it. She shuffled it again, and then spread the cards out before her. Selected six and carefully pushed aside the remainders, before turning over the first card with bated breath.
Temperance.
A time for calm, careful control. Made sense. She continued on. Death, Justice, the Hierophant -- her breath caught a little, on that one -- the Hanged Man, and, finally, the Lovers.
Which was a confusing conclusion for a string of cards that made all too much sense; for the most part, all signs seemed to point to it being a worthy pursuit.
So then why did she still feel so uncertain and unsure?
Plant Parenthood is open!
(Everything that happened was because you were trying to help, though)
That thought, she shoved back behind the others. Maybe it wouldn't even be a big deal to Erasmus, anyway. It's so nice to meet someone from a world that's at least kind of like mine, he'd said, so maybe he'd understand....
It was hard to focus on work. And even though her grandmother had always told her that magic really was at least half just figuring out what people wanted to happen, she was turning to her tarot cards again. After all, they had set her right when she'd consulted them in regards to her doubts with Kamala; maybe they'd give her guidance now, as well. And, really, when it came to magic, wasn't it also important if you yourself believed it, too, at least a little bit?
So she shuffled the deck. She split it. She shuffled it again, and then spread the cards out before her. Selected six and carefully pushed aside the remainders, before turning over the first card with bated breath.
Temperance.
A time for calm, careful control. Made sense. She continued on. Death, Justice, the Hierophant -- her breath caught a little, on that one -- the Hanged Man, and, finally, the Lovers.
Which was a confusing conclusion for a string of cards that made all too much sense; for the most part, all signs seemed to point to it being a worthy pursuit.
So then why did she still feel so uncertain and unsure?
Plant Parenthood is open!