#and im making the executive decision to set this AFTER they've properly made up from their little argument (that i still have to reply to..

[grief-worn]

He holds up The Hermit, Reversed. "This card brings a warning. Try not to become too introverted, lest it become isolation. It does more harm than good. Reflection, rumination, and soul-searching can be enlightening in moderation, but be sure to have a sense of balance, allowing yourself to be social as well. You don't want to become frustrated or starved for conversation."

She's squinting at him now.

"What do you think I'm doing right now, Age?" A sweeping gesture of her hand, pointing at the two of them seated within the comforts of his tent. "This interaction alone will feed me for the coming weeks." A cheeky smile, the barest twinkle of light behind her stare.

There's been a gnawing curiosity eating away at her for several days now. Concerning the exact intricacies of his soothsaying abilities, and how they're tied to the divinity that guides him. She hadn't asked any direct questions, of course. That would be too easy. Too obvious. A tattle-tell on her genuine interest in his life and his hobbies.

Could one call this a hobby?

"… tell me. How accurate are these little readings of yours? There are plenty out there who doubt the predictions of something like this. They'd call it a parlor trick." As for Shadowheart? She isn't sure. Stranger truths exist. And she knows just enough about his visions to have confidence in his ties to fate.

And, well, she's been wrong before. But Age'ian just doesn't seem the type to lie. Not to someone's own face.