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There's a tarot card in a chair. She's comfortable there, playing Cat's Cradle with sparkly purple string.

She's playing it by herself, and she's doing rather well.

Her bare feet bop to a song only she hears, and her bright eyes are very intent on the string, her fingers rearranging it until it form a pretty pattern.

Well, it's pretty to her.

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His arms pull her into a warm hug, nose going back to her hair.

"We look out for eachother." He's always worked with not knowing much ahead of time. So it doesn't frighten him that much, though he really doesn't like the part about the council coming and what will happen after.

Her arms hug him tightly, her eyes seeing the future as they tend to, and she whispers harshly against his ear.

"Don't let them break you. We can't... we can't let them... break us."

And then the glimpse of the future is lost to her, and Moon buries her face against his throat.

His arms tighten around her, careful of not being too tight. The words a little to ominous, a restless feeling passing through the wolf who is almost sure nothing could break him. They survived Raina and Gabriel.

It's Moon herself that's the reason for his arms tightening, offering comfort any way he can for her though. He's not sure he likes seeing her frightened. It tugs at a want to protect her and wipe away that fear. "I'll try," he won't promise anything with the council involved, but he'd try his hardest.

Moon relaxes against him, sighing.

"The string can stretch. It can stretch and stretch, but never let it break. It binds us all tight, and if we hold onto that..."

They have to hold on to it, hold on to each other.

He nuzzles her hair softly, listening and not letting go of her jsut yet.

"If it's one thing everyone in my world knows how to do it's hold onto ties no matter what," or how hard the other side pulls away at times.

Moon certainly makes no move to shift away from him.

She might even be snuggling closer, because she doesn't like feeling frightened or lost. Without seeing all possibilities for the future, all outcomes for them, she feels blind. It's a feeling she's learning to truly and utterly dislike.

"Good. The ties will be what keeps everyone... sane... almost everyone."

He nuzzles her hair, holding her close. Continuing to offer the comfort in a way he can.

He can't help the, "Almost?" that comes out of his mouth. He doesn't like the fact that she's frightened. Or the fact that the council is coming. Or the fact that apparently it will be harder on them then the last visit with Musette. Much harder considering her words.

Moon shivers a little in his arms.

"The Moon's mirror will shatter and the pieces will get scattered again."

He gives a soft huff into her hair, not liking that. Not sure if there's a way to change it so it doesn't happen. He and his wolf are feeling protective of her. He has no words though, so he just stays quiet and holding her.

Moon is content to rest there, in Richard's lap, held by him. It's comfortable and safe-feeling, and his strength reassures something in her -- something that recognizes the power in him -- that everyone would, somehow, come out on top. The bonds were tight, sure, clung to with fierce love.

They'd make it through, and she hopes that someone will have found the glue to put the mirror back together when it's over.

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