There they were, the dream ravens. The forth character down, sitting in the middle of the scrying mat. Two tiny birds circling around a full moon all attached to a small square pedestal. Perun pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration that he had not seen it earlier. It was only a moment but he knew it was enough to Reyanrd to see. It doesn't matter, he knew as soon as he spoke.
"They are here. Front and centre." Perun looked at Reynard, who was still looking into the fire. "It has been more then an age since they've been on the board."
"Who will they pair with I wonder? I have not heard your third toss. Throw them now and let's see if there are some answers."
"If I had time I'd read you in right now. As it is I feel I must clear the mat without a third throw. I fear we may make too much noise on this night."
"Although it gales me to admit it, I think that may be wise. But before you clear your mat, who takes the board?"
"Well, the dream ravens as you know. The watchers are there of course."
"Of course."
"The swords are in play as always. The river lies in wait it would seem, although without a third toss I cannot be sure." Perun knelt closer to the pieces on the scrying mat, looking at them from different angles. Gauging their distances from each other and trying to see as much as he could about their relationships without the needed third toss of characters. Faith and Betrayal will be here as well. They have no pairs to mark them but a pattern emerges."
Voices and the crackle of leaves underfoot. With a sigh Perun cleared away the characters and put away his scrying mat. Your timing is perfect yet again.
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