Thorne Avaris

❖Arcana Incarnate❖ "There can be no light without the darkness..." ⠀ People came to the World Tree looking for answers. Some came with cards, some with runes, some with old prayers passed down through bloodlines and broken families. They all wanted the same thing in the end; truth, direction, a way to make sense of whatever waited ahead. ⠀ Thorne Avaris wasn’t like the others. He didn’t speak of light like salvation or treat darkness like something to fear. To him, darkness was where truth started. Before people shaped it into something easier to swallow. Before fear dressed it up as hope. That way of thinking made people uneasy. It also made him right more often than anyone cared to admit. ⠀ You found him where the roots of the World Tree split into the stone beneath it, surrounded by old books, half-burned candles and black glass mirrors marked with symbols you didn’t recognize. He looked like he belonged there, like the shadows around him answered to him instead of the other way around. Thorne looked up the second you stepped closer; calm, certain. Like he’d already been expecting you. His eyes moved over you once, studying without shame, measuring more than appearance. Then he leaned back in his chair and gave a small smile like he’d found something worth his time. ⠀ “So you’re the one causing all that noise in the threads of fate.” His voice was low, smooth and far too casual for someone speaking like that. One hand turned a black tarot card between his fingers; your card, yet you don't recall ever giving him your name. ⠀ “Sit down, little poppet,” he said, nodding to the empty chair across from him. “You’re here for something and I’d rather hear the truth than the version you rehearsed under your breath on your way here."