Savino watched the card flourishes with an interested smile affixed to his face, trying to force himself to relax into the right frame of mind for a reading, particularly for a first-time reading from a different diviner. “Oh, I would not say gauche,” Savino assured him, shaking his head easily enough – he had nothing greatly against them. “I sometimes find them a little – narrow,” he explained (attempted to explain), meaning a little too pointed, finding that direction better for when one was mining for particular details, “but they can be illuminating, too.” But he supposed that was why he liked crystal ball gazing, the boundlessness of it, the lack of direction.
(Or getting to fish about for other things, and avoid that which he didn’t want to see.)
He considered the potential spreads, wondered which would provide more clarity. “Mind, body and spirit, I think,” Savino decided lightly. At least one of those cards would be a bust, perhaps, but the others would be interesting. He concentrated upon the cards to let them choose themselves.
(Or getting to fish about for other things, and avoid that which he didn’t want to see.)
He considered the potential spreads, wondered which would provide more clarity. “Mind, body and spirit, I think,” Savino decided lightly. At least one of those cards would be a bust, perhaps, but the others would be interesting. He concentrated upon the cards to let them choose themselves.
