Tarot Beach Party

[lady_moon]

There are those of the tarot who know how to set up for a party.

Ruin had spent most of the afternoon building the bonfire. He has carefully made it much in the way he would have with the villagers of his mortal life when they would celebrate the harvests. Charity, Unity, and Skill had spent most of the day setting up food, both their sorts of foods and the sorts the sentients would be expecting.

Moon watched it all with rapt fascination, her eyes on the marshmallows Skill told her firmly she isn't allowed to touch yet. But they're white and fluffy looking and Moon is curious. Mons barks at her, warning Skill, and Moon is shooed off.

It's Fortune who puts out blankets, spread all over the beach area for everyone to use. Moon watches her family set up for a party, for guests... real guests who are coming simply to come instead of for answers. She watches Fortune set down a large stack of very warm looking towels, and she grins.

Swimming. Damian will like the swimming.

Her wolves run up and down the beach in excitement, and Moon knows it's time.

Disappearing back to Milliways, she sets it up so people can come and go as they need to, pleased with herself and her family.

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[wheatencrown]

"Oh yes but it doesn't make it any easier when they're all hurting and hurting each other."

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[tarot_npc]

"Ah," Skill says, pouring a glass of wine. "In my experience, very little becomes any easier with knowledge."

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[wheatencrown]

"No, it just is."

Demeter pours herself a glass of wine and looks around,

"How has your family been?"

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[tarot_npc]

"Changing."

Skill looks over the various tarot that are gathered, knowing others will join them soon.

"But it was time for change. We needed to grow."

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[wheatencrown]

"Growth has its moments of pain but I know that you'll all do well."

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[tarot_npc]

Skill chuckles into her glass, her eyes moving to Moon, watching the Major Arcana card play with the wolves.

"Pain is part of living. It was time we were all allowed to live."

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[wheatencrown]

"Oh yes, you're not meant to be static for life isn't static."

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[tarot_npc]

Skill nods.

"Nothing is meant to be static."

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[wheatencrown]

"No, she seems happier."

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[three_of_swords]

"She is."

A young woman who looks no more than seventeen steps up beside Skill, her bright blue eyes on Demeter.

"Sister-Aunt Moon is in love, and she laughs. She laughs with truth instead of pure madness now."

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[wheatencrown]

"Love has a way of finding out our truths. I don't believe we've met before, but you're Ruin and Mary Anne's daughter?"

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[three_of_swords]

"Half correct," Sorrow says with a smile that, even though sweet, is tinged with sadness. "Ruin is my father, but Mary Anne did not bear me. I am Sorrow."

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter nods, she knows the way of that,

"I'm glad to meet you then, Sorrow."

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[three_of_swords]

"As I am to meet you, Demeter. You visited Moon in her tree when she was hurting."

Sorrow is close with the celestial bodies, choosing to speak most intimately with Sun, Star, and Moon, so it means a great deal that people had looked after Moon when she couldn't.

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[wheatencrown]

"I've been hurt myself many times and the worst thing of all is to feel alone and forgotten. Since I could do that for her, I was glad to."

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[three_of_swords]

Sorrow watches Moon now, dancing about in the sand with her wolves.

"She was alone for too long. I'm glad she isn't anymore."

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[wheatencrown]

"She's not suited for it since she loves and gives so much."

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[three_of_swords]

"You'd never know she's the second oldest," Sorrow murmurs.

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[wheatencrown]

"Age has never been a good judge of anything as you well know."

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[three_of_swords]

There's soft laughter.

"I know it well, Mother-Of-Growing-Things," Sorrow says.

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[wheatencrown]

"Tell me of yourself, where do you wander?"

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[three_of_swords]

Sorrow turns her bright gaze to Demeter.

"I go where tears fall," she says. "I am sorrow embodied. Loss and mourning and broken faith. Most often, I tend to sit and hold someone as they weep, as their heart takes its time in repairing what has been so desperately wounded. Other than that, I don't tend to wander much."

"Sweet Sorrow spends much of her time here. This is home. Ruin brought her to us when she was but a wee thing, no more than seven summers to her then," Skill says, sipping her wine.

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter nods and takes a drink of wine,

"It is a lovely home."

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[three_of_swords]

Sorrow chuckles, even if that sound is a bit sad in nature. "Moon did very well, though I think some of the others will never let her decorate a world again."

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[wheatencrown]

"Her tastes are bright, but I can see how they might not be to everyone's liking."