If Sara can't trust herself, who can she trust? (Don't answer that.) And she will have been quite insistent that the Arcana need some warning about the nature of time.
Plus, you know, she missed Christmas. Which is why she's got a giftwrapped box liminalled up... on a sling over her back.
She's in her 80's teal and magenta madness, humming, barefoot with a foot dangling off the cliff's edge back in Liminal when she talks to her marked hand.
"Did you know what Later Me and Even Later Me wanted to tell you?" she asks, softly.
The cloud across from her shifts, subtly, depressions in its surface becoming more symmetrical until it would be possible to imagine - just imagine - that they were eyes and a mouth.
Until they blink.
"I know nothing," the cloud-face says, voice still a dry croak.
She nods. "You and me both, sometimes. But we definitely suspect that you and the other Arcana should be reminded how time works. Me from the future thought it was important enough to pass along."
She stops to consider. "Would it surprise you to hear that time spirals outward? That things repeat, but also go forward? Huh, you know, that doesn't sound surprising to Mr. New Beginnings, but future me was very insistent," she says.
"A question whose answer would be most revelatory indeed," Orlea says, brows lifting - or at least, bandages stretching. "I will convey the information myself... to ROSE, SAGE, Mei, and Shekinah."
"Sage I know. The others... what would Rider and Waite have called them?" she asks, leaning forward a little, cupping her cheeks, kicking her legs over the cliff.
"I am not familiar with Rider or Waite," Orlea says, and his lips slowly lift in a poor approximation of a smile. "I will leave you to pursue the answer yourself."
The cloud formation becomes more muddled, and his face vanishes.
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Plus, you know, she missed Christmas. Which is why she's got a giftwrapped box liminalled up... on a sling over her back.
She's in her 80's teal and magenta madness, humming, barefoot with a foot dangling off the cliff's edge back in Liminal when she talks to her marked hand.
"Did you know what Later Me and Even Later Me wanted to tell you?" she asks, softly.
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Until they blink.
"I know nothing," the cloud-face says, voice still a dry croak.
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She stops to consider. "Would it surprise you to hear that time spirals outward? That things repeat, but also go forward? Huh, you know, that doesn't sound surprising to Mr. New Beginnings, but future me was very insistent," she says.
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The cloud formation becomes more muddled, and his face vanishes.
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