Peyton sat, her legs criss-crossed, in the center of her bed. She was staring at her tarot cards, the one she made on top of the deck. Merlin. It was sooo beautiful. She wondered why no one else has ever come up with a card like her's. That was the answer, though. No one was her, so, of course no one has created this card.

She wondered if this was enough bonding with the deck. Yesterday she had lunch with it and later that day she flown around with it, carefully tucked in a cute little bag she carried with her most of the times. And today she was going to do the last bit of bonding. A few days was enough, right? Hmm.

Peyton sprawled herself on the bed and snuggled with her unicorn stuffed pillow her brother had sent her, the cards resting beside her. She wasn't technically sleeping with her cards. She was going to nap. Totally different. Or so, she decided that.

It felt weird, though. Almost as if the figurines in the cards were watching her. Peyton turned around hugged the unicorn's face. There. Much better.