Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of a small, slight woman with hip-length sunset-red hair in a faded green linen dress coming toward you, but when you turn that way you see an auburn haired middle-aged matron in blue slacks and a green shirt, a good six inches taller than the one you thought you saw. The only thing that is identical are the eyes, an arresting shade of summer-leaf green. She smiles faintly, nodding in acknowledgment that you've seen both what she was and what she now is. Either way, it doesn't take long to see that this woman is a presence and a power, however little show of it she makes.
"Milady Bard, I have dreamed often and vividly, and if your cards might give another viewpoint I'd be grateful. It is of butterflies I have dreamed, massed on plants where they are not normally seen, appearing in such numbers that it's difficult to see what kind of trees they're fluttering around. They're very small, no bigger than the first joint of my thumb, but other than that I cannot get a good look at them, for that the group I am with hurries me along, insisting that they cannot go on without me. But I don't know where they, or I, are going, or even if it's all to the same place, or why - only that every time we move on, another cloud of the butterflies appears and settles on any surface they can find, fluttering and fluttering."
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Date: 2018-10-01 12:09 am (UTC)"Milady Bard, I have dreamed often and vividly, and if your cards might give another viewpoint I'd be grateful. It is of butterflies I have dreamed, massed on plants where they are not normally seen, appearing in such numbers that it's difficult to see what kind of trees they're fluttering around. They're very small, no bigger than the first joint of my thumb, but other than that I cannot get a good look at them, for that the group I am with hurries me along, insisting that they cannot go on without me. But I don't know where they, or I, are going, or even if it's all to the same place, or why - only that every time we move on, another cloud of the butterflies appears and settles on any surface they can find, fluttering and fluttering."