my method of reading ppl is i wrap them in my void tendrils which i use kinda like antennae… this might be why i couldnt read your reality…
i mean, i could try a new method of reading your situation, but idk how effective it would be, especially since youre beneath layer after layer of protection… im not urging you to lower your shields, but like, maybe dont expect an accurate reading when youre isolating yourself like that?
however, if you want me to try, i will …
Hmmm…
If you can’t get an accurate reading any other way, that’s fine. I was honestly surprised when you pointed out all my shield, like that was a bad thing almost.
I just felt that when you said that I was being so defensive, that it was implying that I wasn’t receptive to readings, that the shields were there in order to ward off readings or something.
@KingOfHearts616
i see a woman draped in white riding upon your wolf form (which is also white). the two of you race down the side of a grassy mountain towards a great battle on the horizon where a shadowy, fiery giant attacks a vast city
it may not have been your intent to keep me out, but you did block me regardless, so i felt a bit put off tbqh… or maybe this frustration i’m feeling isnt actually mine, maybe it’s coming from your attackers? maybe it’s both?
@Narsonix
seems like a continuation of yesterday’s reading of you…
i’m riding the feline beast. its eyes glow green and the same color emanates from its mouth. We charge towards you and push you into the pool. You grab onto the orange fish, hoping it will pull you to the surface, but the two of you sink down, down, down into darkness. You begin to mutate into an anthropomorphic fish-person with more masculine looking qualities, swiftly swim to the surface, launching yourself back onto land. You and the beast walk calmly off into the distance side by side.
A merchant Prince sits smiling on a dock by a rather expensive looking ship. He’s maybe in his early 30’s and very good looking. A female figure wearing an olive green travel cloak approaches him and they talk of securing passage, and finding a guide once the destination is reached. His grin turns predatory and seagulls call overhead. The woman stands her ground and the man let’s out a smooth rumbling laugh as she calls his bluff. The hood tips back as he pulls her into a ruffling embrace. She appears a bit annoyed, but grins and walks with him on to the ship. He yells to pull up anchor and the woman lets out a sigh of relief as the wind fills the sails.
The vision opens with a baby’s cry. The wings of Isis, spread across the dawn sky, the herald of a new age. The sun stays, even in the night. Change may be coming.