[SOLO] A Reading (Deceiver)

[Baneful]

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Everything at the fairy tribe was perfect. Resources were plentiful, the population was barely a ding on what the territory could hold and there was little to do in the springtime other than relax in the company of others. It should have made Deceiver happy, but it didn’t. There was always a deep seated restlessness in the pale Acha that wouldn’t let him rest. It gnawed at him like an affliction, slowly but surely bringing a creeping dissatisfaction into his days the longer he lingered in one place. He resented it, it was that same restlessness that always drove him on from wherever he found himself. It usually meant something bad was coming too, because along with the restlessness came a sort of hollow and cold resentment for the success of anyone else around him.

It was springtime everywhere around him, but in his heart, there was nothing but chilly resentment. Springtime was a lot of air heavy with the cloying scent of plants and regeneration of life in every respect. Even his son, Gifted had managed to come into a clutch of children and it had meant that for a period of time he hadn’t been fit to do his job of running errands after Deceiver himself. It had been an irritating time.

He had watched with cold jealousy as King left on a journey and returned blessed by the swamp. Of course he did, because only privileged idiots got anything in this world, people like Dec with genuine talent and intelligence never got anything, everything he had he’d had to work really hard for, clawing it from undeserving morons.

That morning he was in the mood for a reading. He didn’t normally do them for himself, because they were usually horrible, but there was a certain degree of annoyance at the world in him and he felt like maybe the omens would tell him where to go next. The henge was always the best place for it, where the powers focused themselves and the shapes gave themselves up most easily to the shadows and the light. Without snow he had to pursue different means to read the shapes he needed and it meant gathering up a pile of loose soil, leaves and twigs, spreading them loosely across the ground before stepping across them daintily and turning to examine their disturbed shapes.

Past was always the first, and it was clear, the sweeping joyous waterfall that represents happiness and contentment laid bare in the flow of the leaves. His past was prosperous because he’d made it such, and it didn’t really surprise him that it read that way. It was an omen he’d rather have seen in his future than his past.

The present was interesting, it was the lynx and it meant something important about the present, telling him that for the moment he was grounded and in particular in the company of a grounded individual. It probably meant Soft. However tied up in it was a condemnation of procrastination. He was wasting time.

His future was curious, the great cave bear was a symbol of an individual as much as anything else. Someone warm and plentiful, someone who he would meet along the way. The bear also warned of protecting what he had, storing things for a future hibernation. He had no issues with that, he always hoarded what he had.

It was an unusual and rather vague reading which angled itself towards prosperity in his future. For the time being though, it seemed like he was wasting his time being here and he’d need to...entertain other prospects ahead. Perhaps it was time to start opening new doors.

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