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[bright_daughter]

Edward was seated in a booth, reading a book.
At least he seems to be reading a book.
Eyes moving. And page turning.

There's, also, a girl sitting in the other booth.
Well. On the air, on the top of the other booth's back

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[forgottenmotley]

"Hello!" the Fool says to Star, "What are you doing there?"

[bright_daughter]

Star brightened visibly, even as she stopped shuffling. Her hands and her cards fell into her very white skirts. "Watching," she said, cheerfully.

(And Edward Cullen, who was a vampire and did not have to move if he did not actually choose to, did not visible shift with the one word. Except, maybe, to people who are not quite people, a being doesn't have to actually shift irritably to be shifting irritably.)

[forgottenmotley]

"Are you watching the cards? Are you watching the..." He looks at Edward and contemplates. "I don't know what you are."

[bright_daughter]

"This is Edward. He's Carlisle's boy."

Who isn't deigning to look from his book.
Not to contradict a few different things there.

She turned over a card, showing it to her older brother.
The Ace of Pentacle. It fit so very well, didn't it.
Given all that had come and gone since Moon.

[forgottenmotley]

"Who's Carlisle?"

He looks at the card with a tilt of his head and then back at the clearly sullen Edward. Sulky, sulky boy. "Has he had a turn of good fortune?"

[bright_daughter]

Star studied The Fool for a long drawn second. All the cards know what has befallen the other cards. All the ripples especially that touched the council which dealt with Moon in the Path.

"Everyone's does eventually."

But then Death is cease of all burden, too.