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[fortunes_phase]

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

Moon's in the bar this evening.

She is in her customary position, seated atop a table, her wolves beneath, and she is slowly building a tower out of her tarot cards.

The table, she thinks, is not as comfortable as Norman, nor as talkative, but it will do for now.

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[destroy_restart]

"You did look pretty in your tree," Tower said, leaning in to kiss his sister's cheek.

"But it's easier this way!"

[fortunes_phase]

She smiles at him, turning her face to kiss his.

"The wolf came and called the moon down. The moon could hardly deny the wolf's sad song."

[destroy_restart]

"That was a good job!" Tower says. "Your little wolf is doing you good."

[fortunes_phase]

Moon shakes her head, returning to her tower of cards.

"We do neither any good."

[forget_me_lilly]

Those tables are tall to little five-year-olds. They're hard to peek over.

"Hi! Are you allowed to sit on them?"

The tables, she means.

[fortunes_phase]

Moon peers over her table.

"No one has told me not to," she says.

[forget_me_lilly]

There's a friendly kid's face looking up at Moon. It also happens to be a fox's face, but Lilly's never noticed that aspect of herself before.

"Oh. Maybe you don't have teachers who can tell you that." Pause. "Mrs Jenkins probably wouldn't like it if I sat on tables." Pause. "Can I sit with you? All the small chairs are taken."

[fortunes_phase]

"You may sit with me."

Moon smiles.

"I like company."