When she invited him to sit, he did so, slipping the piece of chalk into a pocket where he’d soon forget about it entirely. He rested his cane against the bench and focused on the girl across from him with interest. Already, he wanted to know what she saw, what she could tell him.
He looked back down at the cards, at the one she had flipped over. “The Hermit,” he repeated thoughtfully. He had questions for her, about her cards and how they connected to what he did…….but he would wait. Astraios did not wish to interrupt her, or lead her away from what was before her. Until she was done, he was happy to sit before her and listen, happy to learn anything he could.