Not Botticellis, she said, like it was that or bust! “No, they’re not,” Savino said, grinning easily, too taken by the sudden upswing of her spirits to make things dreary again just yet. “I like these much better.” All of Botticelli’s people looked rather the same.
At her suggestion, he paused in the middle of inspecting the tarot set, worried that reading his future too closely would put a damper on things again, if the death dream came up in the cards as it often did as, one way or another, looming disaster.
“I’d like that,” he said anyway, stacking up the cards and sliding them back over to her - not able to resist the opportunity of trying a reading with a handmade set - “but only if you tell me your name.” He was supposed to know it - that much was obvious, with the way she’d spoken earlier - but if he didn’t ask he was just going to have to try and figure it out in a dream or by reading some tea leaves, so.
At her suggestion, he paused in the middle of inspecting the tarot set, worried that reading his future too closely would put a damper on things again, if the death dream came up in the cards as it often did as, one way or another, looming disaster.
“I’d like that,” he said anyway, stacking up the cards and sliding them back over to her - not able to resist the opportunity of trying a reading with a handmade set - “but only if you tell me your name.” He was supposed to know it - that much was obvious, with the way she’d spoken earlier - but if he didn’t ask he was just going to have to try and figure it out in a dream or by reading some tea leaves, so.
