"I can understand why...people would feel that way," Theodore said. "I mostly, um...read tarot. It's...comfortable to me. My...it's a family tradition, of a sort." He wasn't ready to talk with anyone about his mother. At least anyone he'd just met. "Nobody wants to...it's very hard to interpret anything that's...truly accurate. It's all more...a guide."
He tried on a pair of dragon-hide gloves, one sleeve of his robes carelessly riding up for a moment to expose the edge of the scar on his left forearm. He hastily pulled it down, flushing, but didn't say anything, just tried to pull the gloves from his shaky hands. This was why it was dangerous to meet new people. This right here.