Baby of the Band

Eleven

It was about a week after their visit to the young Witch that Mishy finally broke down and grabbed the deck of Tarot cards she'd been given from their hiding spot. She'd Hidden them when they'd first gotten back to the drummer's house, 'cuz given how she'd been raised, they were nothing short of sinful and evil. Accidentally unleashing that thing depicted on the Devil card in the house was the last thing she wanted to do, especially with her infant son there.

        But by the Time that week was over, the young woman simply couldn't fight the almost magnetic pull anymore. She made a quick call to Siren while Rikki was napping with the boys, and the young Witch'd almost immediately started laughing at her. Once she caught her breath, she told her that she wasn't trying to make fun of her or anything, but there was a reason she was feeling this way.

        To a Pagan, feeling such a strong pull to a specific object meant it was Calling to them, and it was most oft seen when they bought something like a Pentacle or Triquetra necklace. It was very much akin to saying that someone'd found their calling, in terms of a career path, but at the same Time, it was totally different. When something like one of those necklaces or that deck of Tarot cards Called, that was 'cuz it'd something to offer whoever it was Calling to. Whether that was Protection, advice, or any other number of things, she couldn't exactly say without knowing the entire situation that led up to a person getting such a Call.

        Considering how and why they'd even met in the first place, and that she'd been the one to give her the deck last week, Siren was certain the Tarot was Calling with the Intent to impart some Wisdom. She might have a talent for using it that she'd never known she possessed, or it might be trying to use her as its vessel to simply impart something more on Rob's situation. Her advice was that–after making a quick trip to see her for a few things again–she give it a shot, 'cuz doing a Tarot reading was pretty much harmless in comparison to using a Ouija board.

        "With the Tarot, you're tapping solely into the collective Unconscious–it's really no different than any other form of Scrying or Divination," she told her.

        "Why'dja single out the Ouija board, though?" Mishy asked curiously.

        "'Cuz those things are flat-out dangerous–I don't care who ya are, or how much supposed experience ya have," the young Witch answered.

        "I'm actually scared to ask," she admitted, biting back a whimper.

        "Those who employ the Ouija oft open Portals and Vorticesta other Realms that're oft hard or impossible to close again," Siren explained. "Howddaya think a lotta folks wind up suffering from demonic possession?"

        The young ginger winced, the noise she made audible on the other End of the line.

        "Demons're major tricksters–they'd take on the Energy, form, and shape of just about anyone or anything," she continued. "Let's say ya were to use the board, 'cuz Bobby'd recently died andja wanted to contact his Spirit for one last goodbye. It might not be his Spiritcha wind up in contact with, but rather a demon masquerading as him, which could be catastrophic, especially with a baby in the house."

        "Which's why you're advising against a Ouija board," Mishy said, starting to get why she thought they were downright heinous.

        "Not just advising against it–warning against it," the young Witch corrected her. "I've seen a few Air Witches–who generally have the strongest Affinity for 'em–use those damn things and go from being what we call White Witchesta Warlocks in almost nothing flat."