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After Fated, for my Fourth Finish It Bingo Card.

At the third adoption agency, Karen acknowledged that her family and the power were definitely getting in her way. Before she called the fourth - they lived near a big enough city, but there was still a limit - she visited her Aunt Becka.

She brought Aunt Becka’s favorite sweet rolls and a fresh box of her favorite tea.

And while they ate rolls and gossiped about the family, she swirled her mug and studied the leaves at the bottom.

Everyone had always told her she had no skill for it, no art. She looked at the leaves and saw a cradle.

“Here, dear.” Aunt Becka reached for the mug, and pulled her fingers back when sparks lit up between them.
“Oh!” She chuckled, sounding more pleased than the old woman had sounded in some time. “So you’ve decided to own it, have you?”

Karen thought about her answer for a moment. You had to be careful; words you said around family had a habit of coming back to bite you a decade later. “I think it’s decided to own me. But that being so, well.
I’m not going to be jerked around by it.”

“Good for you, girl. Good for you. Now, as for that pesky problem you’re having with the family, here, I can show you how to get around it. I do wish you’d come to me quite some time earlier, but they have their ideas, don’t they, and they push them and push them.” She pulled out a small silk bag full of bones and tossed them across the table. “So. You’ve been pushed a bit. Here, there, your mother’s the worst but there’s three other aunts involved and, bless her soul, your great-grandmother. Want to learn how to teach them to mind their own business?”

Karen sighed. “I’m no good at magic. I never have been.”

“Well.” Aunt Becka raised her eyebrows. “And who told you that, mmm?”

“My mother, my grandmother, and Aunt Zelda, Aunt Laurel…”

“Mmm-hrrm. And exactly what do they have to gain by you being good at magic? I know you never wanted this, Karen. I know, sweet child, that you dodged the least quickly. But I’m not dead yet. I have…” She tossed the bones again and contemplated that. “Something like three years, three weeks, and three days left, although that could be Fate messing with me, what with the threes. Anyway. There’s time and enough for us to get you ready.”

“But…” Karen put her face in her hands. “It will let me have a child?”

“It will let you adopt a child. Clever, that. Nobody’s really gone that way again, although there was one, now who was it…”

Aunt Becka liked to play at being senile. Her hair was all grey and wispy and her eyes were often clouded over, her face more wrinkle than skin, but when she looked up at Karen, remembering something in the far past, there was no doubt that she was still all there. “[-]. Now she was a fun one, if her diaries and her sisters’ diaries are to be believed. When her sister passed, she took in all her sisters’ children. And the husband. Now didn’t the grannies fret about that one!”

Karen couldn’t help but smile at her Aunt’s expression. And at the thought of making the grannies fret, if she was being honest. “So it can be done.”

“It can. But first, child, you are going to have to learn. We’re going to start with something simple, the cards. This set is a pretty gentle one.” The box was hand-made and the cards were clearly hand-painted. The family didn’t even play bridge with store-bought cards, much less do divination.

Karen slid the cards out of the box carefully and ran her fingers over the top card, a portrait of a woman who might have been an Aunt, a long time ago. She had that look.

“Now. You’ve done these before, right?”

“Just for play, with practice cards.”

“Then clear your mind, shuffle the deck, and think about - let’s say think about four years from now.”

She’d said she’d be dead in a little over three years. Karen closed her eyes and shuffled, thinking of The Near Future. She focused on amorphous time-coming-up and thought about the way the trees changed in the summer.

The cards seemed to spark under her fingers. She laid out a simple spread in a hurry, because it felt like her hands were on fire, and set the deck to the side. When she opened her eyes, Aunt Becka was staring at the cards.

The spread was sloppy, but that was secondary. The card in the center was a supernova. The card didn’t even exist, as far as Karen knew.

And Death and Luck flanked it, and below it was Growth.

“Well.” Aunt Becka coughed. “The cards like you. That’s going to make everything a little more interesting. Tell me, who exactly said you had no power?”

Want More?

Date: 2017-05-12 04:19 pm (UTC)
lilfluff: On of my RP characters, a mouse who happens to be a student librarian. (Default)
From: [personal profile] lilfluff
I think some people's plans are about to go poof. :}

Hmm, have there been any aunts annoyed enough at the whole thing to try and end/undo the whole thing. The more power that's gathered the more spectacular the fireworks from that might be successful or not.

Date: 2017-05-13 04:30 am (UTC)
kelkyag: eye-shaped patterns on birch trunk (birch eyes)
From: [personal profile] kelkyag
<chews> <compares to Certain Things Remain (to One), which presumably comes rather later>

So Karen's immediate family, or at least her mother, is still oblivious to or denying that she has the spark, despite the deck's opinion and Aunt Becka's (belated, but you do what you can) training and her apparently by then being the Aunt of their branch ...?

Date: 2017-05-13 05:49 pm (UTC)
kelkyag: notched triangle signature mark in light blue on yellow (Default)
From: [personal profile] kelkyag
I may tease you for losing track of your storylines. :) If you tag the link post with the character: karen tag, it might be easier to find in the future?

I'm not sure it's a *nice* image, but it may help her manage her branch of the family, and/or keep the more annoying ones out of her hair some of the time. Marrying Billy is, I hope, a good thing for both of them, and the twins, too. (Now I wonder how much power sharing/spillover there is between family lines, and how cross-split marriages affect it.)

Date: 2017-05-17 02:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauergeek
Thank you for digging up that Karen story; I had a nagging feeling while reading and was going to go rooting around myself.

Date: 2017-05-14 01:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
Ooh fun :D

I want to know more about the Aunt who took in her sister's family...

Date: 2017-05-14 04:32 am (UTC)
kelkyag: notched triangle signature mark in light blue on yellow (Default)
From: [personal profile] kelkyag

Date: 2017-05-17 02:33 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauergeek
Hm. I wonder: Karen's been told she has no skill at power, and would only be a vessel. Aunt Becka suggests that Karen's at least in part at fault for that for refusing the power. But now that she's changed her mind, and seemingly accepted being Aunt in the future, how much trouble will she have from the rest of her family?

The supernova isn't a card, but neither are Luck or Growth, unless those are alternate names for cards in a standard tarot deck.

Date: 2017-05-19 01:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sauergeek
From my limited understanding of tarot, Rider-Waite is about as canonical a tarot deck as you can get. I am only mildly surprised to find that there is a full set of images of the Rider-Waite tarot deck on Wikipedia.

I am still amused that I'd run across two of those cards before I'd ever seen a Rider-Waite deck. The Hermit is on Led Zeppelin's 4th album (untiled/Zoso/IV); the Wheel of Fortune was on a Rush concert T-shirt I had for a while.


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