she thought that too, even more so that she hated everything associated with ever since, nothing is true to come near as magic—yet she can’t deny one thing that keeps this flame alive, that sinking feeling the girl is wrong in assumptions, yes that EYE of his, that sign, is the one sign that it was very clear to her so..she can’t ignore the fact anymore, that in this world is still magic that we can share, just how vast it is?
“ Well you know me, always on the hunt for new knowledge, in consequence, it got to my ears the words about this kind of way to use the cards and I was CURIOUS. A book about tarot reading became two…and then it became a full hobby more or less “
Whilst not being the one, who’s faith lied in superstion — a true detective with rational guess-works and logical hypotheses — the earl still was well aware of natural matters that couldn’t fit to any of human specifications. The influence of supernatural forces was reminiscent of phantosmia — you could discern their infulence in a way, however never would be able to investigate their origin and, moreover, grasp it. They were wild and unpredictable, they could raise a storm and eventually pass for nothing, but mother nature’s own whims.
The dark matters Sieglinde tried to look into were not destinated for a human eye.
Unlike the tarot. They were pretty much harmless and mostly required individual’s ability to analyze situations and decipher hidden messages. The only really bad thing about them was that they reminded Ciel of his late grandmother — the one he never was destined to meet. But an old deck of cards he received few months ago from the Undertaker strangely seemed to hold her whisper.
❝ Uh.. I see. So… you’ve been practising it for a while? How do you find it? ❞
As long as it kept her entertained and she was not there to create a mess — he supported her hobby.