Cast your dice devine my fate
They both stood, Namine effortlessly bringing the cards into a neat stack with a swipe of her hand. They stepped back over to the center table, Namine grapped a set of stones that weren't there before. The continued over to the plush rug. Zexion sat with his back to the curtain, and Namine a foot back in front of him.
She gently rattled the smooth stone in her hands before casting them out onto the rug. They seemed to swirl and dance in the air before falling silently to the rung.
The symbols that stared up at them looked like a grinning face.
Namine sighed, "Zexion, I'm sorry, The Trickster is at it. I can't see anything clearly when Luxord is meddling."