Weekly Portents 26/3

Hello, dear readers, and welcome back to another glimpse into the future. It’s been far too long and oh how I’ve missed each and every bloody one of you. Perhaps you’re wondering where I’ve been and unfortunately I’m not at liberty to say but I can assure you it has absolutely nothing at all to do with secret societies, personal espionage, human sacrifice, or extra-terrestrials. Nope, not one bit!

Anyway, if this is your first time joining us then welcome! Weekly Portents is a totally weekly article where we dive into the deep unknown that is the future using whatever Divination tools strike our fancy! Sometimes we’ll ask the universe for some general guidance on what’s to come in the following week or sometimes we’ll get more specific. Of course, the universe is a fickle thing and sometimes we’re given real bloody specific advice whether we want it or not.

Right then. Let’s get on with it, shall we? 

Today I’ll be going back to the well and using the ancient technique of scrying to get our glimpse on the future. Long-time readers should know all about scrying by now since I use it all the bloody time but for those who don’t know, scrying is a method of divining by seeing. We find some surface, usually dark and opaque but a bit glossy, that we can gaze real deep into until an image forms gives us our reading. 

The form of scrying most people know of is the age old crystal ball which is precisely what we’ll be using today! Why the crystal ball, you ask? Well because we’re going to be asking the powers of the almighty cosmos for some glimpse on what we can expect over the coming Easter break. And, of course, the crystal ball is the closest thing to an easter egg I could think of.

It’s just after dawn and I sit along the shores of the great black lake, surrounded by morning dew and the sounds of endless nature slowly rousing from its slumber in the forest nearby. The sun just crept over the trees, washing the lake in a soft pink-orange light and sitting on a rock in front of me is the crystal ball. 

After several long deep breaths I hunch over and stare into it but for a long moment nothing seems to happen. I only see the orange light bending through the sphere but then something changes. Something wrong. There was already a certain stillness of the early morning hours but even this is muffled over as though the world around me is covered in a thick blanket. Quiet but not the serene quiet. Rather it’s an empty and hollow quiet. An unnatural quiet. 

I feel a chill run down my spine and wonder if, perhaps, I’ve caught the attention of something in the nearby forest out looking for breakfast and I start peeling my eyes away from the crystal ball to check but I stop. There is something in the orange light within. I see…  I see a dancer! Yes, a dancer in a flowing outfit. Every movement sends their sleeves and dress billowing about this way and that. And they’re not alone. There are others with the dancer but… not dancing. Spectators. 

It’s a performance but… it seems that this dancer is trying to entrance or charm the crowd in some way or other. I squint and the image gets ever so slightly clearer to see the dancer’s frolick is working. The crowd is absolutely bewitched by them and are swaying along with the dancer’s motions hypnotically. A veela? As I watch on I see something sinister in the dancer’s expression. Some ill intent, perhaps?

When I blink the image is gone and I’m left with simple blobs of light warped through the sphere of glass and the sound of birds softly chirping off in the distance. The image weighs heavily on my mind but I’m unsure quite what to make of it.

Are we meant to relate to the dancer or the captive audience? 

Perhaps it’s both? Maybe we’re being told that now is the time to get out there and impress the world with our brilliance? Fine timing that, since the fashion show was bloody yesterday but just because it’s over and done doesn’t mean we have to stop being fabulous, yeah? At the same time, seems like it could be a warning against letting other people’s shiny get into our brain and hypnotise us. Maybe a warning against people distracting us from what really matters then?

Well that certainly was something vaguely resembling enlightening, yeah? Tune in next whenever for more of this and remember, if someone starts dancing round you all fancy-like and you’re not into it, don’t let them distract you! Just give them a “that’s nice, bye” and keep bloody moving.

-Riven Redwhisper

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