come one, come all / open
The temperature was cool, too cool to be out without a jacket and yet there Iris sat, staring at her cards with a furrow between her brows. She was finding that the spirits did not like her new home and sitting in the garden called them to her like an embrace. There were demons here, skeletons in closets, and she wanted to know everything the spirits had to offer. Iris worried the pad of an ivory thumb between her dulled teeth as she studied the most recent turn of the cards before heartbeats caught her attention and her head snapped up.Â
She reached for the tarot cards quickly as if she was protecting them from unknown forceâfrom the guileless girl and her dog companion. Iris managed a quick, tight smile as she put the cards back into the deck again. âHello,â she said, nodding towards the girl, and then to the dog. âAnd hello to you too, handsome. Itâs a nice night to be out, isnât it?â
Roslynâs expression didnât change when the woman snatched up the cards, the sudden movements concerning her only mildly. The tight smile was recognized and she was prepared to continue on with her walk but then soft words were breathed out and she stayed put. There was still quite a distance between the two but Roslyn did not move closer.
âI suppose so, yesâ Roslyn replied in a matching tone, eyes drifting around momentarily before settling back on the stranger. Her shadows were peaked, the faceless figures drifting towards the woman, seemingly interested in the cards in her possession. It was a curious thought, demons attracted to cards that sometimes sealed fates. âA bit chilly though...â














