2024-07-15 - Fog Forerunners |7.1|

The Magician
Such want! Knuadth is repulsed and drawn to it in equal measure. Besides someone like this, perhaps there would be nothing to fear. She feels like she can accomplish anything and everything, and the yearning in her is sharply hungry. But such belief is almost too simple, and the threads of his doubts eddy around it like water around a stone. A momentary disruption, but that is all.

The High Priestess
The hand on his shell is steady and measured, but the connection anything but. He all but flees from the scalding heat of her thoughts, and even more so from the immense control that keeps them caged. She will burn everything up one day, he is sure - and she will most definitely burn him away to nothing.

The Empress
This is a steadier, soothing mind. Knuadth eases into the rhythm and pulse of duty and preparation, watching over and guiding to make a future. Her yearning is no less strong for its cooler tone, but... would being looked to and relied upon be so terrible? Maybe if the right person did it, it would not be nearly so frightening. Someone he can rely on in turn... is there someone like that? Is that possible?

The Emperor
Certainty like the ringing of a bell, too loud, too solid! Everything that Knuadth carefully peers at and tries to understand (or would like to shrink away from entirely) he seems to uphold and polish until it shines. No, this won't work.

The Hierophant
This one's thoughts are no ebb and flow but just flow, flow, flow, on and on into the distance where he cannot follow. The enormity of their gaze is dizzying, but Knuadth likes them more for pondering so deeply. Could they talk, maybe, once he is outside? He thinks he would like that.