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st_rikingblueeyesThis was one of the best birthday presents Corbie had ever received.
She didn't know how it ranked next to the afternoon she'd spent with Coby and Jackson yesterday exactly, but as far as an object that was put into her hands for her to keep, this deck of cards spoke to something deep inside her and filled her up with a feeling like sunshine. It made her want to jump and run like a little girl.
It was not the Sibylline. It could never be the Sibylline. But one time or another that they'd been let out, Mildmay had found her a deck that resembled it in many ways. The names and symbolism were different. But the energy. The art blazed in the same way that deck must have done when it was new, and the images were wild and strange and beautiful in a way that she found a little disturbing and possibly even frightening. But she loved them in ways she didn't entirely know how to put into words.
So when she finished her shift at the library she bustled outside and, laying down a safe space with a whispered word and some chalk lines to keep her cards from scattering in any errant breeze, spread her new deck out on the pavement where she could see all of it at once.
Later there would be notes. Later there would be studying. Right now? She just wanted to see how pretty it was. Though even as she laid out the cards, she named the corresponding Sibylline cards that she could remember. "The Guide... The River, the Rock..."
She didn't know how it ranked next to the afternoon she'd spent with Coby and Jackson yesterday exactly, but as far as an object that was put into her hands for her to keep, this deck of cards spoke to something deep inside her and filled her up with a feeling like sunshine. It made her want to jump and run like a little girl.
It was not the Sibylline. It could never be the Sibylline. But one time or another that they'd been let out, Mildmay had found her a deck that resembled it in many ways. The names and symbolism were different. But the energy. The art blazed in the same way that deck must have done when it was new, and the images were wild and strange and beautiful in a way that she found a little disturbing and possibly even frightening. But she loved them in ways she didn't entirely know how to put into words.
So when she finished her shift at the library she bustled outside and, laying down a safe space with a whispered word and some chalk lines to keep her cards from scattering in any errant breeze, spread her new deck out on the pavement where she could see all of it at once.
Later there would be notes. Later there would be studying. Right now? She just wanted to see how pretty it was. Though even as she laid out the cards, she named the corresponding Sibylline cards that she could remember. "The Guide... The River, the Rock..."
