2024-07-15 - Fog-Laden |7.2|

The Fool
The happiness is nice. Knuadth would like a moment to bask in it, in hope and such optimistic ideas, but he darts around on light feet and with a lighter touch. His mind whisks through and cheerfully carries on, leaving him winded.

The Lovers
This one is two! Or these two are one, because their thoughts run in the same worried currents. Knuadth doesn't truly understand the significance of everything they dwell on, but the fear that shadows their excitement is familiar enough. It's a terrible thing, to be afraid of what the future will look like, to have it loom huge and shapeless somewhere ahead. Both too close and too far away. He wafts understanding and the loosest coil of reassurance around them both, and then withdraws.

The Hermit
Another with strong purpose, but this one doesn't shine with certainty. This is desperation, the only path left.

Desperation makes her mind cleave close, her thoughts steely in their grip. Knuadth slips away out of reach.

The Hanged Man
It takes a long, long moment for this one to make sense for him. Why did he want to fight? What was being a hero about? His thoughts did not flash with power and glory and being important like some of the others. No, what he wants is an ending...?

Knuadth lashes out and recoils in the same motion, a get away! that is sharp and vicious and shaken. Hatching to be asked to fight and risk life and hide is already bad enough, but for someone to depend on it?! He falls silent in horror as the candidate leaves.

The Devil
Confusing, to want so much and yet be happy knowing none of it would amount to anything. He studies her as if simply watching will make this make sense, but her teasing also feels only superficial, a call and response Knuadth can't work out.

He remains confused.