Re: 53a - All along the watch tower
Tahirah gives a nod, just deep enough to carry through the shrouding of her hood. Then, moving only one hand, she reaches over and slides the top off of the box on the table. Dipping in briefly, she removes a set of ornate cards. Her other arm lifts, and for a moment, the cards seem to flick back and forth between sleeves, as she mixes them up, pondering the questions at hand.
After a moment, three cards flick out onto the table, in a rough triangle. "The Watchtower." Her voice is soft, but she speaks clearly, and loudly enough that even the Lords who don't care to admit to hearing difficulties can hear her. She knew the possible symbolisms of the Watchtower; Foresight, Fortification. Crossed right, it could even suggest borderlands. She didn't bother - it would mean what it always meant. "Charyk," she clarifies, aloud.
Three more cards laid out to the right, bottom left corner touching the right angle of the first triangle. "Looming Storm," she reads. This, too, was pretty standard stuff - readings around Charyk almost always included Looming Storm. It was something about having cleared out an eye in their own monstrous hurricane. Nevertheless, it often helped to clarify that one - more detail about what the next attack was going to be was usually what the Lords needed most. flick, flick She frowns, the expression hidden, but perhaps hinted at by the pause in her movements. Force and Power, corners overlapped? flick
She leans forward, and studies the cards for a moment. "A very powerful Storm. Moreso than I have ever seen. Moreso," she looks up suddenly, allowing her hood to fall back, so that she can look at the Lords directly, "Than Charyk has ever seen." For some of the newer Lords, it's the first time they've seen more than her fingertips. She hesitates slightly - what she's about to say is slightly heretical, but they need to understand. And the Lords of Charyk aren't the most pious lot. "The Brothers themselves," she says firmly, "Might have fallen before the coming Storm."
To forestall their reaction to this, she quickly flips another triad, this one underneath the first, touching at its apex. "The Seeker Within, but..." She tilts her head slightly. The cards fell somewhat askew. "Oddly cast." The peak, at least, was Sanctuary - that helped confirm her earlier assumption that the Watchtower was still being literal. With the strangeness surrounding these other two, she had to admit, she'd begun to wish she'd checked afterall. flick, flick She flips another, and then another, clarifying at the bottom corners. "We hold the answer, yet are encompassed by it. It is in Charyk, but not of Charyk."
flickflickflick The final triad, touching to the last side of the first, is laid out quickly. "The Migrating Flock. The answer we seek, the key to our survival, is indeed not native to us, but merely passing through." flick "Alliance will be necessary with these strangers; Charyk's survival will then be...possible."
She begins to gather the cards. `Assured' would have been a nicer word to finish with, but it would also have been a lie.