Dimitri's never too far. These days, with the Seasons growing larger and larger, he's more than willing to allow the Seasons to see his work. And Siobhan is one of the cleverer children, one that may take to it with aplomb. He notices her careful movements, making sure to approach her within her line of sight so that she knows he's here.

"What have you there, solnyshko?" He does notice the rabbit bones, but he wants to hear what her plans with them are.

His heart swells with pride. She's already learning, even if she does not know it yet. He smiles, taking a few steps closer and then dropping to his haunches. "A clever toy for a clever girl," he says. "Do you want to know how to read them?"

"The bones have markings on them as they dry and age," Dimitri says. "As you take them in your paw, think on a topic you wish for guidance on. And then, open your heart to the spirits."

Dimitri lets her cast the bones. It has to be done by her hands, after all. "What you learn is often going to be instinctive. There are often few truths, merely images."

Dimitri watches. As the bones come together, Siobhan seems to expect a miracle. Speech, a guide, something of the sort. But that's not how magic works, and Mythris is rarely giving in its gifts.

"Look at the lay of the bones." Dimitri gestures with a paw. "It's your first reading, and this is a language that is difficult to speak. You must learn the lines and cracks and weathering of your spirit."

He points to the array before them. "What I see in the pattern is a guide. The answers are rarely forthcoming, but you see how this turns? If you are seeking strength, the path lies within. Where do you struggle most?"