Jonas was staring at the cards while she spoke, obviously in his own communion with his reading.  He was concentrating not only on the beautiful, vibrant artwork of the cards but how they came together and how they were connected to the words she was speaking.  She was offering some insight into her world, her very private life from the sounds of it, but there was something else<span style="font-style: italic">moving</span>in the neural darkness of his mind that told him things.  Things that he shouldn't know or feel but they were still there regardless.  He had always been able to hear the voice or see the images that flashed through his mind's eye whenever he took up his Tarot deck but he just explained it away as his own sense of imagination working.<br/><br/>"Pressure.  Something moves you to go somewhere else, do something else.  But what...?  That's-"<br/><br/>But as he read her cards, that sense seemed to come to dominate and he was left with the feeling that something else was taking hold and feeding him things he had no right knowing.  He swallowed hard and tried to silence the voice, to concentrate and let his own intuition led him in his reading.  He refused to look at her and kept his gaze down on the cards.  The Seer loomed before him.<br/><br/>"You will meet someone who will tempt you to make that change.  Someone who can see beyond what you normally see, see into your heart and help you.   Or harm you.  I-I don't really know which it will be but the crow..."<br/><br/>His fingers reached out to snatch up the Crow card, its corvid face seemingly mocking them both.  He turned it so she could see and he tapped it on the face.  Something did not sit right with the crows and her.  He hated crows.<br/><br/>"The Crow is a scavenger, a harbinger of chaos, decay and ...death.  It is harrying you, isn't it? It wants to eat the eyes of the Seer, to led you into a different, much darker temptation.  A path fraught with horrors. Death. You see the crows and they watch you, they follow you, they want you.  They sit and they watch, cawing and mocking you.  What-"<br/><br/>The darkness moved again and he felt the grasp loosening.  Jonas dropped the card back on the table and blinked hard, his face blank.<br/><br/>"...crows.  I hate crows."