2024-07-17 - [7.1.2] Thou art I

The Fool
The Delusional, more like it. Xijemynth hisses at the boy, adding in a mental warning swipe. Be more mindful! You never know what someone has been through, nor how your whimsical attitude could put them at risk.

The Lovers
Then that will have to be a fate they come to terms with. It is a beautiful thing, their love. But it must be strong enough to grow, to change shape, to accommodate for the people they will become, not who they have always been. Xijemynth wants something like that, she thinks.

The Hermit
Xijemynth found herself wondering why fate was labeled the capricious one. Was she not in control of her own actions? You couldn’t very well blame a storm for taking down a boat when you did nothing to sail your way back to shore. She tilts her head curiously, doubting that she could ever align herself with someone so passive.

The Hanged Man
Ooof. Absolutely not. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck next to a man with a death wish. Even having him in the tent was starting to feel like too much.

The Devil
Xijemynth purred, just a bit. Not too much. She could recognize a wanting face, see a bit of herself in the girl. Maybe if she had a few more years on her shoulders, just a touch more experience…