<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong>General hypocrisy<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Before entry to the room the black-haired woman took the time to answer questions asked - "I could speak to rodents if I could find any. They hold little in the way of conversation, but can be talented scouts if they can be bribed with a meal. And it's... how can I describe it," her voice trailed off into a whisper as thunder rumbled, "more a<em>dialect</em>, an old tongue that I learned that animals can understand better than what you and I use at the moment. A stallion... yes, I could likely provide them with commands in the same manner, but it would be up to them to decide whether to follow much like commands given through regular training. Mayhap when we find ourselves in a better location you can take me riding so I may take in your skill at it. As for the masks, while my stay on this isle has been longer than yours, it has yet to be long enough to discern their meaning if there is one."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Medb followed shortly after the white-haired soldier, somewhat inspired by the bravery shown in these circumstances - with both patients and orderlies wearing masks she couldn't help but let the fear sink into the back of her mind that the woman before them could potentially be an inmate in the garb of one of those who normally held them in check. With the mask, she couldn't tell whence the woman's gaze was focused, upon her, one of those she accompanied or on the deck at this moment. Too late did she feel herself subconsciously take in a sharp breath as Danae touched the mask, a pregnant pause hanging in the air as she awaited the figure's reaction.<br/><br/>Cards and crystal balls, tools of the Vistani to divine the future and to gauge their fortunes as far as she recalled, they were crude, man-made things compared to the true divination of the druidic people who looked to the land and the sky to tell of what was to come - her grandmother had been such a soothsayer, but Medb hadn't the talent for it. She had still picked up the distaste and scepticism for the Vistani methods though, recalling how the elder had mocked them, stating that nothing which was not living or recently alive could properly tell you what the weather will be month hence. Her time in institutes of higher learning had further driven a wedge between her and any belief that lifeless pieces of card with painted faces could hold insight into the passage of time when even the Science could not.<br/><br/>In her musing, she became aware that the lady had yet to speak, no sound ushered through her mask apart from wistful breaths of hopelessness.<br/>"Yes," she carries on after Danae, "please enlighten us on what you can divine."