She looks down at her cards.
* Are you certain...? It says here otherwise.
After a short pause, Marie-Ange chuckles lightly.
* I jest. But my cards can be very accurate. Do you want me to a reading?
โI do not entertain it. For it wonโt happen.โ
Her voice had grown deeper, a growl that rumbled at the base of their throat, a snarl with a flash of several rows of teeth. The card user needs to watch her tongue before the beast takes it from her.
* You haven't considered what it would be like to fail? We all fall short sooner or later, not that its necessarily a bad thing.
She casually shuffled her cards, but kept her gaze on The Darkchylde.
* Ah, but that means you do have one, yes?
She smiled, hiding it behind a few tarot cards.
* What does it matter, what your dream is? What matters is that you have one.
She looked back.
* I can see, youโre a strong-willed spirit, you will achieve what it is you seek.
โ โ โ
* Oh, iโm sure.
She kept her vision on the floating stars, deep in thought.
* A connection. A way to understand someone on a truer level. Not just as a convenient alternative to communicate.
* Thatโs my dream, becoming better at magic to understand everything. Whatโs yours?
The low lights casted shadows across the beast, highlighting harsh bones and sharp edges of horn and claw.
โI said magic can do anything already. Communication is part of that broad statement.โ