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than she needed to. Closing her eyes she prayed, “Mother of us all, guide my hands and my mind. Give me the insight to ask the right questions and to understand your answers.” When she opened her eyes, they glinted with excitement. “Here goes.” With a crooked smile, she dumped the runes on the silk. She turned the terracotta bits over so they were all blank and swirled them around.
“What is the message in Loti’s dream?” Her eyes narrowed and her lips drew into a firm line.
The question surprised Loti. It wasn’t the one she would’ve asked, but she trusted Rachel. Like she had done so many times before in this very room, Rachel turned runes over one by one, arranging them in a Celtic cross. It was how the women worked out the kinks in their lives. Together, they found ways to soothe away the hurt and to assuage their fears over tea or wine. Dragging the orange throw off the back of the chair, Loti cocooned herself. The smell of burning wood, the soft microsuede of the chair, and Rachel studying the runes was all familiar—lulling and comforting.
“Let me tell you what I’m thinking.” Rachel tapped her front tooth. “I asked about the dream because it’s the key—even linked to your visitation tonight. What Wolf and I could sense was not a mark or magic, per se, but cleanliness. That makes me think either something didn’t want you to know it was there or something didn’t care that you knew. If it’s the first option, they didn’t do a good job of covering their tracks. It’s like a gun being wiped off after it’s used to murder someone. It’s too clean.” She fiddled with one of the runes.
“If it’s the second option, then whoever was there didn’t care that you knew, but cleaned up after itself anyway. Which means it’s someone very powerful or something,” Rachel glanced at Loti, “bigger.”
“Bigger?” Loti furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
“I think it might be a message. Like from a spirit or some guiding power.”
“You mean God, Rachel. Just spit it out.” Loti rolled her eyes.
“Or the Goddess.” Rachel fixed her eyes on the runes.
“Just tell us what they say.” Loti hugged the blanket tighter, tangling the knitted yarn around her fingers.
Wolf bunched his forehead, glancing between the women and the runes until Rachel gave him a “leave it alone” kind of look. He left it alone.
“The woods represent the darkness you’ve been wandering in.” Her words were hesitant and the look she gave Wolf was pensive. “Loti lost her husband to lung cancer.”
Wolf tilted his head and lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry to hear it.” The hard lines of his face somehow softened. “There are no words, I know.” His gaze did not pity or sympathize. The grim turn of his mouth and the clear but melancholy light in his eyes undid her.
Loti leaned back and twirled her hair around her fingers. She couldn’t make herself look at him as she swallowed back the rising pressure in her chest. Her eyes burned. He’d said the right thing, and she didn’t know how to make that jive with the judgments she’d made. Truth be told, it wasn’t the first time she’d been wrong about someone.
Rachel continued talking, oblivious to the subtle exchange between them. “Losing David in the woods is your situation and the footsteps following you could represent your fear of the unknown. If the dream ended there, I would say that was it. But, the rocky mountain and the black man speak of the future and larger matters.” Rachel pointed to one of the runes. “Feoh. It’s reversed. This is the past and it speaks of overwhelming loss.”
Loti’s eyes stung. No, no, no. She sniffed, lifting her chin and sat up taller.
“The end of a relationship.” Rachel’s eyes apologized as she hurried on. Pointing, she said, “See here? This is ur. It implies challenges ahead and these,” she gestured to the runes around it, “suggest a journey, inner and outer, something you need
“What is the message in Loti’s dream?” Her eyes narrowed and her lips drew into a firm line.
The question surprised Loti. It wasn’t the one she would’ve asked, but she trusted Rachel. Like she had done so many times before in this very room, Rachel turned runes over one by one, arranging them in a Celtic cross. It was how the women worked out the kinks in their lives. Together, they found ways to soothe away the hurt and to assuage their fears over tea or wine. Dragging the orange throw off the back of the chair, Loti cocooned herself. The smell of burning wood, the soft microsuede of the chair, and Rachel studying the runes was all familiar—lulling and comforting.
“Let me tell you what I’m thinking.” Rachel tapped her front tooth. “I asked about the dream because it’s the key—even linked to your visitation tonight. What Wolf and I could sense was not a mark or magic, per se, but cleanliness. That makes me think either something didn’t want you to know it was there or something didn’t care that you knew. If it’s the first option, they didn’t do a good job of covering their tracks. It’s like a gun being wiped off after it’s used to murder someone. It’s too clean.” She fiddled with one of the runes.
“If it’s the second option, then whoever was there didn’t care that you knew, but cleaned up after itself anyway. Which means it’s someone very powerful or something,” Rachel glanced at Loti, “bigger.”
“Bigger?” Loti furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
“I think it might be a message. Like from a spirit or some guiding power.”
“You mean God, Rachel. Just spit it out.” Loti rolled her eyes.
“Or the Goddess.” Rachel fixed her eyes on the runes.
“Just tell us what they say.” Loti hugged the blanket tighter, tangling the knitted yarn around her fingers.
Wolf bunched his forehead, glancing between the women and the runes until Rachel gave him a “leave it alone” kind of look. He left it alone.
“The woods represent the darkness you’ve been wandering in.” Her words were hesitant and the look she gave Wolf was pensive. “Loti lost her husband to lung cancer.”
Wolf tilted his head and lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry to hear it.” The hard lines of his face somehow softened. “There are no words, I know.” His gaze did not pity or sympathize. The grim turn of his mouth and the clear but melancholy light in his eyes undid her.
Loti leaned back and twirled her hair around her fingers. She couldn’t make herself look at him as she swallowed back the rising pressure in her chest. Her eyes burned. He’d said the right thing, and she didn’t know how to make that jive with the judgments she’d made. Truth be told, it wasn’t the first time she’d been wrong about someone.
Rachel continued talking, oblivious to the subtle exchange between them. “Losing David in the woods is your situation and the footsteps following you could represent your fear of the unknown. If the dream ended there, I would say that was it. But, the rocky mountain and the black man speak of the future and larger matters.” Rachel pointed to one of the runes. “Feoh. It’s reversed. This is the past and it speaks of overwhelming loss.”
Loti’s eyes stung. No, no, no. She sniffed, lifting her chin and sat up taller.
“The end of a relationship.” Rachel’s eyes apologized as she hurried on. Pointing, she said, “See here? This is ur. It implies challenges ahead and these,” she gestured to the runes around it, “suggest a journey, inner and outer, something you need
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