[She corrects him gently but firmly, unwilling to allow her fortunes to be misinterpreted, even though there was room for interpretation in almost every step of her "gift". Her fingers trace through the air around him, moving very subtly... but it might look as if she is tracing some sort of bindings, ropes or chains in the air only she can see.]
They have hardened only recently. Fate can be a feathered touch or a ball and chain... and as your perception of it changes, so does its weight upon you.
[Perhaps it sounds like she is blaming him, just in the choice of words that seem to imply he is the one responsible for the weight, the shackles now haunting him. But in her tone and in her expression, there is not a single trace of judgement at all. Just evaluation. Just reporting what she is「seeing」on him, the possibility that his mind had changed when he came from Meridian to Zenith, that much like how hope had disappeared...]
The question becomes, then, once they begin to rub your wrists raw and bend your back... "Where is the key... ?"
[She reaches out for his arm, as if picking it up to show him where a manacle might be fastened.]
There are too many for me to guess, and so that is one you must decide for yourself. Not now, not here... But soon enough. I see a great chance looming in your future, an important decision you will have only moments to make... but it will affect the fates of many others, rippling out over Kenos.
[Her usual flirtatious, casual speech... is momentarily gone, replaced by the serious, mysterious words of an Oracle. But when the last syllable leaves her lips... the "trace" does, too, and she places a little kiss on the inside of his wrist instead as a parting before she looks back up at him, her smile almost bittersweet.]
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[She corrects him gently but firmly, unwilling to allow her fortunes to be misinterpreted, even though there was room for interpretation in almost every step of her "gift". Her fingers trace through the air around him, moving very subtly... but it might look as if she is tracing some sort of bindings, ropes or chains in the air only she can see.]
They have hardened only recently. Fate can be a feathered touch or a ball and chain... and as your perception of it changes, so does its weight upon you.
[Perhaps it sounds like she is blaming him, just in the choice of words that seem to imply he is the one responsible for the weight, the shackles now haunting him. But in her tone and in her expression, there is not a single trace of judgement at all. Just evaluation. Just reporting what she is「seeing」on him, the possibility that his mind had changed when he came from Meridian to Zenith, that much like how hope had disappeared...]
The question becomes, then, once they begin to rub your wrists raw and bend your back... "Where is the key... ?"
[She reaches out for his arm, as if picking it up to show him where a manacle might be fastened.]
There are too many for me to guess, and so that is one you must decide for yourself. Not now, not here... But soon enough. I see a great chance looming in your future, an important decision you will have only moments to make... but it will affect the fates of many others, rippling out over Kenos.
[Her usual flirtatious, casual speech... is momentarily gone, replaced by the serious, mysterious words of an Oracle. But when the last syllable leaves her lips... the "trace" does, too, and she places a little kiss on the inside of his wrist instead as a parting before she looks back up at him, her smile almost bittersweet.]
- It is not what you wished to hear.
[Is it? It isn't an apology, but...]