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Wheel has no mints. Wheel needs no mints. Not to change form anyways. That sort of thing is left up to the whims of those forces behind her.

Him.

It.

Something.

Besides. How would you tell if Wheel was under an enchantment anyways?

While Strength deals with the cubs [who have taken a more-than-passing interest in Wheel], Wheel is busy making one of these, now that she's made this.

It's all the rustling paper that has their attention, y'see.

They need another distraction.

That origami unicorn can't stand up to four sheltie-sized cubs.

[Strength and Wheel: two pups, one post! Well. Six if you count the cubs. But only just.]

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Ben could hardly be called a distraction. Unless there is some way to sense bad luck and misfortune, then she could distract anyone from any task: her level of 'predestined annoying accidents and near misses at happiness' is enough to make people weep, or laugh hysterically.

Anyway, the girl pauses to watch the origami, those are very cool and take her mind out of his woes for a while.

Yes, the narration is mixing male and female pronouns deliberately.

We never would have guessed, save for the fact that Wheel is someone who you can apply all gender pronouns to and not be slapped in the face for having done so.

Wheel's just odd that way. Or, the forces that brought him to life are.

Besides. Misfortune is part of what Wheel is. In a sense.

"Ah. Hello." Strength looks up. And girl cub #2 looks in the same direction. "We have company Wheel, so you can put that down now."

"Ah, hi. Sorry, I did not want to bother." Just he needs reasons to not think about a homeless future as a girl.

She can not go home like this, and the door opens back into school!

Ben can lie and say she's a transfer student?

It sometimes works.

"You're not bothering. We always have time for mortals."

She could, maybe. But it would last just the day at school, because she could not go home as a girl.

See, stuck!

"Oh. Ah." Ben's expression is of bewilderment: he is sure she will end saying something stupid, angering these gods or something, and getting herself in even more trouble.

No gods here. Just immortal personifications of concepts and archetypes.

"Yes?"

"Ah, nothing." She indicates the origami. "Those are nice." Change of subject, and bit of praise, get a hold of your nervousness, Ben!

In through the nose, out through the mouth? Or is it in through the mouth, out through the nose?

Whatever.

"You like them?" she says, prepairing a piece of paper to be made into a mockingbird (http://www.flickr.com/photos/inqorigami/820639157). "It's a very rewarding art form.

"Hm yeah... had arts and crafts class about it, but all I managed to do was paper airplanes and boats." He fumbles even origami, Ben's lack of skill takes comic turns everywhere.

"Still that is something," Strength says, smiling still. This kid looks like social awkwardness personified. "You made things at least."

"Hmm... true, but it is never like I wanted, and most of what I do turns bad quickly." Like Ben has a big bad luck sign reading 'woe here kthx'.

"That's the way the wheel turns," Wheel says sagely. Ben should meet up with Rabastan and the two can commiserate like two people commiserating.

"But the funny thing with wheels is that, unless they're jammed up, they turn, and things get better."

"It has not turned in the past... hmm, four years." Ben does not want comiserate, he wants it to change.

Like he's not commiserating now?

"It's turned more often than you think. Just in subtle ways."

Of course he is not. "Yeah, I guess. I have not been beaten up in a while." But that is because back in his earth and time, only his two friends still talk with him. "And I am about over Jodie stealing my girlfriend." The girl shrugs. "Just does not look like it's changing."

But that's because the guy who wrote Ben's canon created him to suffer.

Amanda is sitting nearby drinking something that she couldn't even begin to identify watching Wheel make these strange paper shapes unsure why or what they are. Though one seems to resemble the large cat like creatures that is surrounding him/her/it.

The theif very much still overwhelmed by this place gets up the courage to ask, "What are you donig?" though she doesn't come any closer because those things playing with Wheel look as though they could eat her.

She looks up.

"I am folding paper," she says simply.

The cubs, still being kept from doing much damage to the unicorn by Strength, switch their attentions from card to unaware-of-immortality woman and back.

"And you?"

"Watching" she doesn't know what else to do. Her eyes looking over at the cubs again. "Will they eat me?"

"No," says the dark woman. The one not folding paper. "They're only infants still. Not that they would try to eat you once they are grown."

Her gaze turns to the dark woman and then back again to the cubs. She has no reason to doubt this person other then the fact that she is a stranger. But still Amanda nods, "I am Amanda" she introduces herself.

"And I am the Wheel of Fortune and she is Strength," Wheel says, indicating first herself and then the other woman.

"You can just call her 'Wheel'; it's much simpler."

A rumble from behind Strength. There's another lion there. A big white male.

"And that would be Shujaa. He is harmless."

"Wheel, Strength" she addresses each and then the lion, "Shujaa"

"Where are you three from?" she hasn't seen anything like the lion, other then the cubs.

"Many places," Strength says truthfully. They really do come from everywhere. Probably why they don't all get on so well. Cultural differences. "But we all arrive at the same place. The one thing we've all got in common. We're all tarot cards. Alive, like you are. Once we are Awoken or Made."

"Tarot cards? I have heard of some using those." usually for cons but some that believe.

"They've been in use in many a place," Wheel says, not saying "world". That might blow Amanda's mind. "As a means to explore the self and as a means of offering guidance to seekers from many generations."

"How does it offer guidance?" curious mind trying to sock as much in as she can.

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