Vesta lets out a giggle as if he’s said something funny, and leans in to press a quick kiss to Zukar’s cheek.

“Don’t worry,” she murmurs. “I’m only using runes to distract her. Storm looks uncomfortable.”

She pulls back, clapping her hands together.

“Now then. Let’s see, shall we?”

Her fingers slip into the rune pouch, the faint clink of stone following as she stirs them absently. Her gaze lifts to Stella, sharp with interest.

“Is there anything in particular you'd like to know?” She asks. “Or would you prefer a general reading for your future?”

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