 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Sabel let out a heavy sigh and looked down at the bag. He thought he had heard her say that all thirteen runes were rare. Why then was each student given a bag. Frowning he reached out and pryed it open, peering within. Then again, he doubted they were hard to make, just perhaps not very common.
Shaking his head he decided it was best he try the activity and not sit there looking so phased out. Emptying the contents of the pouch into his hand he peered at each stone, flipping them over with his thumb. He had no idea what question to ask, or what answer he would end up reading. Interpretation seemed rather subjective and biased upon personal opinion and perception.
A small smile touched his lips when he heard Kellen's vocalization of his rune's interpretation of his future love life. Personally not willing to risk an answer on that question, he closed his fist and shook the stones, finding it a little difficult with thirteen of them in one hand.
"Alrighty then. Will I ever get a sense of coordination?" Simple question. Harmless answer. He let the runes go gently on his desk. Well, they were supposed to be on his desk.
Instead the stones skittered this way and that, across the surface of his table to those beside him. Some jumped into his lap and clattered to the ground behind him while about four launched off the front of his desk and skittered randomly about the room. It was the strangest display he had ever seen and the most blantant denial of phsyics. What had started out as a gentle roll turned into a obnoxious rattle of stone all over the room. Not only that, but few actually landed face up or down. More than half stood on their sides or rested against shoes and backpacks at strange angles.
His first course of action; drop head on desk. Hard. After that he slowly peeled his forehead from the wood and peered at the runes he could see. The Sun, Sycthe, and Harvest were all upside down. The Rings, Woman, Man, the Star and the Eye were all at strange angles, as if they couldn't decide what they thought of him. Romance was closest, sitting at his feet, peering up at him with what he could only interpret as a mocking tone. Yes, you desire to have a proper sense of balance, but tough luck kiddo, it seemed to say. He wanted to step on it.
The Moon, Flight and Crossroads were scattered at random intervals in front and behind him, seeming to say that his footing habits were always changing and unpredicatable. And then there was Waves, sitting at the head of it all, at the front of the room, mocking him in much the same way as the Romance rune had done. An everyday struggle of constant motion.
He let out a soft sigh and stood, doing the runes justice on their reading as he stepped on his shoelace. A small yelp escaped him as his arms flailed for a moment as if to try and gain him some stability, before he collapsed on his rear. It seemed only fitting to sit there for a moment and let the stones rejoice at their accurate prediction before he began gathering them up. At least, the waves also represented rebirth. Maybe there was hope for him yet.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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