Tarot cards fell to the table and the woman looked her with a shrewd eye. She had not said a word to this tarot reader who beckoned her into her stall for a reading. It was a free reading and she was not going to pass this up for she knew what they cost. The woman said she was the first person she saw today with an aura of strength and she wanted to share what the spirits were clamoring to say.
This ought to be interesting because her life had been one giant roller coaster of ups and downs lately but it was hard to tell for she kept her composure. It would not do to be seen as a crying, silly foolish girl.
"You are a warrior. You are the boar. You sit in the forest, your back to all the dangers daring them to come get you as you are not afraid. You have armor as the boar does. You dare those who are against you to try to take a piece off your hide but all their attempts just slide off." the old woman stared at her with pale blue eyes.
She nodded and stared at the card that showed a boar beside another tarot card then she looked at the woman again.
"You are the kind of person that people look up to but who are afraid of. Your strength is so great, your walls so high that people either fear you will kill them or love them." She shuffled another deck of cards and tossed out three more. Looking up she tapped the cups on one.
"Your world is filled with love. You are loved. But your troubles stem from this one thing. You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love. It takes a lot to love you for you are made of light and love. Your boar strength, your Goddess love, your solidarity as the redwood and your compassion make you terrifying. Remember this when they flee."
Her heard clenched as she heard those words...when they flee. Yes, they did flee.
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