Zati took the cup carefully, as if it were the most fragile thing she'd ever held. She tilted the cup slowly to peek in, taking one symbol at a time. Her eyes darted around. Curiously, she still hadn't put her glasses back on for this.
"Wings circle the outer edges, engulfing all other signs within them. They are great and proud, and within them... I see a wheel, ever turning in the center, but whether you are a spoke or not is unclear... Something inevitable. I see.. fire. At the bottom of the wheel. A small flame, not great, not dangerous, but burning strongly nonetheless. The wings are so large, surely they must mean... You will soar to great heights, maybe? You will..."
Zati paused a moment to scratch her chin, mumbling to herself.
"Wings? Wings, they mean freedom and seeing things clearly... but... These are so big! What could that-- could that mean, maybe... flight? That's too much to say. And the wheel... certainty of wings? An uncontrollable fate... leading to a kindling, beautiful fire?"
The almost-teacher glanced back up at Char and smiled, tapping the cup lightly with a nail.
"Wings are a certainty, of course, but... whether that means metaphorically or not... Well, I don't think you have wings under your shirt, but one doesn't need wings necessarily to fly. Take it lightly-- you will be uplifted, carried by the ever-blowing winds of change."
"Wings circle the outer edges, engulfing all other signs within them. They are great and proud, and within them... I see a wheel, ever turning in the center, but whether you are a spoke or not is unclear... Something inevitable. I see.. fire. At the bottom of the wheel. A small flame, not great, not dangerous, but burning strongly nonetheless. The wings are so large, surely they must mean... You will soar to great heights, maybe? You will..."
Zati paused a moment to scratch her chin, mumbling to herself.
"Wings? Wings, they mean freedom and seeing things clearly... but... These are so big! What could that-- could that mean, maybe... flight? That's too much to say. And the wheel... certainty of wings? An uncontrollable fate... leading to a kindling, beautiful fire?"
The almost-teacher glanced back up at Char and smiled, tapping the cup lightly with a nail.
"Wings are a certainty, of course, but... whether that means metaphorically or not... Well, I don't think you have wings under your shirt, but one doesn't need wings necessarily to fly. Take it lightly-- you will be uplifted, carried by the ever-blowing winds of change."
