7th of Summer, 503AV
The rain had played chaos with her plans for the day: playing in her ‘garden’ or with the other children on the Outpost. But, since she was stuck inside, and since she was a curious and talkative child, she’d been given the worst punishment imaginable by her father.
Write everything she’d learned so far about reading the tarot cards. Every suit. And the ‘important’ cards, that had no suit. From somewhere, he'd even managed to dig up several sheets of parchment and quite a few charcoal sticks in varying degrees of 'used'. Then he had very deliberately set the supplies and the deck of tarot cards at the table before heading out the door.
Syddie glared mutinously in the direction her dad had gone. Normally, an expression like that would have earned her an immediate scolding, but since her father wasn’t home to see it and her mother was bent over the hearth… She stuck her tongue out, for good measure.
”I saw that, Sydelle,” the stern voice of Ebelle Faraway made the little girl jump. With a guilty look at the older woman, Sydelle bent her head over her paper, where her sour faces would be more difficult to spot. ”Best get that writing done while you make your faces; your dad won’t be gone all day and he’ll want to see something of it when he returns.”
A dull flush rose up, though Syd’s head stayed lowered; somehow, even when she thought it was impossible, her mom always managed to catch her at something.
Knowing better than to argue, Sydelle squirmed in her chair a moment, and then began to separate out the 14 cards of Wands. She'd chosen them to start with because they had her favorite pictures on them. All of her father's cards were fun to look at, but Sydelle thought the fiery colors of the Wands were the most exciting.
In a last-ditch effort to postpone the hated writing, Sydelle spread the cards of Wands out on the table before her. Sydmir had chosen a wooden staff as the actual 'wand' portion; in most of the cards, the staff even still had a leaf or two attached. Sydelle had found that confusing, at first, because her father had told her that the suit of Wands was for creativity, thought, fire and south.
'Think of it this way, Syddie: Wands for the fire of creativity. And what do we burn in a fire? Wood, of course.' Sydmir's answer had made sense, and made the cards make sense. The simple answer had shown her that sometimes you had to look deeper to figure out what the cards really had to say. It was as good a way as any to begin, and she didn't think her dad would mind if she borrowed his words to start.
Hunching over the parchment, Syd put a piece of charcoal to its surface and began to form the letters. It was a painful process; she had precious little practice writing anything, and some of the words she knew about tarot were tricky to spell. 'Creativity' had her boggled for a good two chimes before she decided it was close enough and moved on.
To her surprise, Syd found that the more she wrote, the more she remembered and wanted to include. This led to a lot of scratched out words and bits of thoughts floating off along the edge. In fact, roughly a bell later, her parchment was a nearly unreadable mess of ideas half in order and half just thrown down at random, wherever she could find space. Long, squiggling arrows pointed from a card to its definition, and no matter which way she turned the paper, it still didn't look like it was right side up. And any way you looked at it, Syd knew it wasn't pretty - or spelled right.
It wasn't a complete list; there were a few cards that she just couldn't remember much about. But she wrote them down anyway. And she was done with Wands.
The rain had played chaos with her plans for the day: playing in her ‘garden’ or with the other children on the Outpost. But, since she was stuck inside, and since she was a curious and talkative child, she’d been given the worst punishment imaginable by her father.
Write everything she’d learned so far about reading the tarot cards. Every suit. And the ‘important’ cards, that had no suit. From somewhere, he'd even managed to dig up several sheets of parchment and quite a few charcoal sticks in varying degrees of 'used'. Then he had very deliberately set the supplies and the deck of tarot cards at the table before heading out the door.
Syddie glared mutinously in the direction her dad had gone. Normally, an expression like that would have earned her an immediate scolding, but since her father wasn’t home to see it and her mother was bent over the hearth… She stuck her tongue out, for good measure.
”I saw that, Sydelle,” the stern voice of Ebelle Faraway made the little girl jump. With a guilty look at the older woman, Sydelle bent her head over her paper, where her sour faces would be more difficult to spot. ”Best get that writing done while you make your faces; your dad won’t be gone all day and he’ll want to see something of it when he returns.”
A dull flush rose up, though Syd’s head stayed lowered; somehow, even when she thought it was impossible, her mom always managed to catch her at something.
Knowing better than to argue, Sydelle squirmed in her chair a moment, and then began to separate out the 14 cards of Wands. She'd chosen them to start with because they had her favorite pictures on them. All of her father's cards were fun to look at, but Sydelle thought the fiery colors of the Wands were the most exciting.
In a last-ditch effort to postpone the hated writing, Sydelle spread the cards of Wands out on the table before her. Sydmir had chosen a wooden staff as the actual 'wand' portion; in most of the cards, the staff even still had a leaf or two attached. Sydelle had found that confusing, at first, because her father had told her that the suit of Wands was for creativity, thought, fire and south.
'Think of it this way, Syddie: Wands for the fire of creativity. And what do we burn in a fire? Wood, of course.' Sydmir's answer had made sense, and made the cards make sense. The simple answer had shown her that sometimes you had to look deeper to figure out what the cards really had to say. It was as good a way as any to begin, and she didn't think her dad would mind if she borrowed his words to start.
Hunching over the parchment, Syd put a piece of charcoal to its surface and began to form the letters. It was a painful process; she had precious little practice writing anything, and some of the words she knew about tarot were tricky to spell. 'Creativity' had her boggled for a good two chimes before she decided it was close enough and moved on.
To her surprise, Syd found that the more she wrote, the more she remembered and wanted to include. This led to a lot of scratched out words and bits of thoughts floating off along the edge. In fact, roughly a bell later, her parchment was a nearly unreadable mess of ideas half in order and half just thrown down at random, wherever she could find space. Long, squiggling arrows pointed from a card to its definition, and no matter which way she turned the paper, it still didn't look like it was right side up. And any way you looked at it, Syd knew it wasn't pretty - or spelled right.
It wasn't a complete list; there were a few cards that she just couldn't remember much about. But she wrote them down anyway. And she was done with Wands.
The sute of Wands is for kreaytivite creaytiviti creaytivitee, enirgy, fire, and South.
- The 1 of Wands tells abowt a new ideah or a new
begginstart. its the ase. - The 2 of Wands says to be possitiv. Good things are coming!
- The 3 of Wands is for work?
- The 4 of Wands looks like a house and means maybe you get to move someplace new. (arrow) Even if maybe you don't want to.
- The 5 of Wands is for you to do your best no matter whut and you might win! (doodle)
- The 6 of Wands says that i get a reward cuz i worked very hard. (Here, Sydelle was quite sure, was where she was supposed to get to take a break or have a snack or something. But her mom disagreed, and so Sydelle kept writing.)
- The 7 of Wands is for i don't no.
- The 8 of Wands says payshence and wayting. (Syd was especially fond of this card; the drawing featured 8 small walking sticks with little hourglasses on them. She could almost see the sand falling down.)
- The 9 of Wands Calm down and ask for help!
- The 10 of Wands tells you not to try to do to much. (arrow) dont bite off more than you can chew
- The Payge says maybe that you need new things. like a puppy. or a job. or something ells
- The Night is for a messager and its good to travel now.
- The Kween is a womun with lite hair who is good
- The King is a man. with lite hair?
