|Legacy of the Divine Tarot|
The Fool picked up the staff with its glowing crystal and discovered the forest no longer surrounded him. A meadow of lush green led off toward majestic mountains and a rolling stream. He thought back upon the questions posed by the woman, “Where do you want to go, what path do you seek?”
He knelt beside his dog, “I guess it wasn’t a riddle after all. Yet what may I seek upon mountains and water?” The dog barked once, and The Fool stood. “I guess we should be on our way.”The two walked near the water, following its flowing course. The Fool thought over his journey and where it may lead. “We’ve seen many things and have learned many lessons. I’m not sure what else there may be to do.” His dog responded with a short bark, and they continued on.
After walking so far, the stream split, traveling in two directions. “Well, which way should we go?”His dog barked and ran into the stream. He rolled around, came back to the bank, and sprayed water over The Fool.
“Is that your way of saying I need a bath?” The Fool laughed at his friend. Settling his bag between two rocks, he undressed and took his own dip in the stream.Freshly dressed, he sat near his bag and again went through his belongings, discovering the journal had yet again gained more written pages. After reading though the logs, he settled back, using the tote as a pillow. “We’ll decide in the morning.” His dog curled up beside him, and they slept.