Tower turned to her. "Each to their own, sister," he shrugged. "It is their privilege to know those things that will be greeted gladly while we, just as needed for the smooth tunning of the world, have uphill work ahead always until our gifts are accepted for what they are."

Never would he agree that he, or even the 'darkest' of his siblings, was entirely an ill omen - no more than a responsible tarot reader ld ever claim that. Now, being ill-aspected was something else entirely, but it could happen to any of them. Even the brightest, like the young Queen of Swords there.