Skill - Curator

Amongst the dew-coated fields of Blushed Meadows sat Siobhan, fascinated by her latest find. At her tiny feet were a little set of bones. Not that she knew the difference, but they were that of a young rabbit who perished long ago, the porcelain skeleton now bleached by the sun.

With gentle pads, she moved them across the dusty sand, the ribcage and skull set aside for safekeeping while she looked to the rest with a curious eye. These would be her treasures, something she'd naturally hide from her siblings.

The thought of her kin may a soft snort pass from the young girl's nose, a ghostly smile pulling at the corners of her maw. No doubt they'd just break the delicate trinkets. After all, they were so brazen, rough, and tumbling here and there. Not that she herself couldn't throw a punch, but Siobhan prided herself on knowing when to pull them.

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.

Skill - n/a

While she did not quite have the keenness of her nose up to par with the adults, she at least had eyes that could spy movement. In the corner of her vision, she saw the familiar colours of the Mom, and while she did not look up fully, instead averting her gaze back to her bones, she heeded her parent's words.

Bones, she stated simply, using a paw to scoop a few before she dropped them back to the ground, not realising the significance of the die she cast.

Skill: Acolyte 1/5

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?"

Skill - Seer

She scrunched her face as she stared at the bones, confused by Dimitri's words. It was only a second before she peered up with a tilt to her head, questioning the all-knowing one of her parents.

Read them? How do you read bones?

She was curious and yet she still could not apply the logic to the theory. Bones did not use words; they did not write in the dirt. Siobhan had too many questions, so she simply settled into silence.

Skill: Acolyte 2/5

"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."

Skill - Seer

Her mother's words seemed logical, although without looking, Siobhan wasn't all too sure what she was meant to see.

Her wide eyes went from Dimitri to the bones and back again. She needed to think of something to ask them. Hmm... Guidance. She wanted to know more about everything so that it wouldn't narrow anything down. Her face scrunched again, deep in thought, her paws beginning to make subtle biscuits with the dirt beneath them.

I want to know how to get stronger. Everyone else is super strong, her mind drifted to her siblings and a look of disgruntled annoyance pulled at her features, and loud, but I don't wanna be loud.

As her mom instructed, she gathered the bones in her paws, both of them used this time as they were rather too small to carry them all, and then she cast them. The moment they were unleashed from her paws, she stood over them, eyes peeled for a sign, a message, ears bolt upright as if the bones might whisper something to her.

She stared for a moment longer before her body sagged back into a defeated sit.

I got n'thing.

Skill: Acolyte

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?"