Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

You feel as if you've stepped through a door.

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[smokeandcarbs]

Friendly is always a good thing. Probably.

Jean doesn't know much about the tarot, but he has a good memory at least.

"Do you mean the Wheel of Fortune? One of the other arcana?"

[callmemeibe]

She nods, then hesitantly adds, "She is dead."

[smokeandcarbs]

He puts the tea cup down, trying to read the meaning behind that pause on her face.

"I'm sorry. May I ask how?"

[callmemeibe]

"You may, but it is... difficult to answer." She clearly is frowning, saddened by the loss of one of her own, but she keeps her posture stoic and, most importantly, stable. Strong.

"She was a dear friend, Fortuna. I liked her very much. But her round has been fraught with troubles. And one such trouble claimed her life."

[smokeandcarbs]

Jean can understand both the poetic and philosophical implications of Fortune and Strength being close, or so he believes. Still, there is something he would like to know for sure:

"What round was that?"

[callmemeibe]

"This round." She answers, her expression troubled. "We lost four. It is a tragedy we've lost so many. So many..."

Strength seems to consider something for a moment, then she adds, "And I was almost the fifth."

[smokeandcarbs]

He doesn't believe in any of this. Not even the horror stories about the last Jaunt. At least not completely. Not yet. But the information she volunteered seems to demand only one reaction:

"What can I do to help you avoid becoming endangered again?"

[callmemeibe]

"I am fine; I recovered fully. Newport was... good for me." She nods to herself, assuredly. "I will tell you if it happens again. I am willing to trust you, my Chosen. But for now, I am well."