Sunday, February 1, 2015

Nine Wands.

Ringing filled the cavity of her inner drum. The iced air began to freeze Luna's glassy eyes and further deepened the canyons. Shadows casted by the branches brought her face through the phases, the cycle ceased on waning as Luna faced the roots of the giving tree. 

The trunk was illuminated by a red flickering glow. 

As Luna slinked around the curve of the tree the ringing increased, bumps crawled up her pale grey arms, making their way over mountains and through valleys. 

A woman's silhouette appeared, her face illuminated by the flames. The flickering transitioned her features from waxing to new and back. 

There was something present in the space surrounding the two, forcing Luna to drop her tote, unroll a velvet cloth and sort out the deck of tarot. Studying the expression on the woman's face, Luna could tell she was doubtful. The woman's edges began to curl downwards and eyes slowly shut.

A nine of wands presented itself to the two. Luna whispered, "Courage, persistence, test of faith, dear." The woman's face stared blankly, expressionless, at the moon sitting in front of her. Luna took advantage of the silence to ponder what this could mean; however, her thoughts were bombarded with piercing whispers in the distance.

An abyss, which was ever so slightly lit by a single parking lot orb, pierced the irises. Her drums began to melt from the frequency of the tones.

Luna jumped.