Alex laying down her future.

Sitting by a small campfire Alex sits this alone. Her own little camping trip. Her three little dragons each doing their respective thing.

The little red dragon has nestled itself on the glowing logs.

The white dragon had made a little nest of Alex's blanket and is flicking through a book now and then hearing a little huff.

The blue pseudodragon seems to be bothering some birds by doing challenging fly-by's.

Alex chuckles looking at his antics. Opening up a new bottle she sits back against a log and just enjoys the sounds of nature and the alone time.

After a good while letting her thoughts roam she then sits up. Grabbing her bag she rummages around in it. Her fingers touching a familiar flat tile. But she pushes that aside. She finds the hand carved wooden box. Taking it out she opens it with reverence. Her gifted trumpset of the King Random Deck variety.

A slight smile appearing around her lips. Remembering the chaotic situation where she was gifted these. Her father having brought her to the primal pattern by accident. Osric who had pushed her on the pattern. "A baptism or an execution." She laughs at the words. They were true. She sees that and is grateful she got the chance to proof herself. Osric had called her ways that of the paladin but he sounded as if it was a warning. Harla had called her such as well. Dworkin gave her the deck. Why was he there? She shrugs at her thoughts.

"I could wonder about so many things without finding an answer.... though i do wonder about one thing."

She holds up her trump deck and starts to shuffle the deck. Focussing on her path which has been. And imagining an empty not yet drawn path before her. Curious, questioning what the paths forward could be.

She decides on an intuitive pull. Cards which fall out and such or stand out she'll lay down. She stops when she feels she should. Looking at the cards she'll start interpreting them. Looking at her white pseudodragon if he agrees with what she sees.

"Interesting"