Savino smiled sympathetically. “I know the feeling,” he admitted, nodding at her in agreement. “It’s like playing yourself at chess.” Always difficult to separate yourself into the reader and the read, hard to turn off the glimmer of consciousness to your moves - and that could unbalance the cards, like she said.
But if the Knight of Cups wasn’t necessarily in her future of its own accord, it still probably meant there was something she was striving for - something she wanted. Savino knew he didn’t know her at all, but he wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t intrigued. If she was being shy, he scarcely noticed: he took most reticence in strangers here as a weird British thing.
“Still, my sister is sick to death of doing readings for me,” Savino added easily, with a joking air but being pretty truthful. He didn’t have the wealth of friends here in London who cared about Divination, and safe to say his family were already finding his entreaties a bit of a chore. He glanced in the library section around them, wondering if this girl was here alone. “Have you anyone else to read yours?”
But if the Knight of Cups wasn’t necessarily in her future of its own accord, it still probably meant there was something she was striving for - something she wanted. Savino knew he didn’t know her at all, but he wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t intrigued. If she was being shy, he scarcely noticed: he took most reticence in strangers here as a weird British thing.
“Still, my sister is sick to death of doing readings for me,” Savino added easily, with a joking air but being pretty truthful. He didn’t have the wealth of friends here in London who cared about Divination, and safe to say his family were already finding his entreaties a bit of a chore. He glanced in the library section around them, wondering if this girl was here alone. “Have you anyone else to read yours?”
