Rude TAROT of Magic: Queen of Cups (Patreon)

*The blare of a foghorn. The peak of its boom diminishes into the echo of itself. Barely a beat of silence until…applause; the polite applause of sailors who “really like” how this one sounds but still think the first foghorn you showed them makes more sense price-wise.*   

*The “what the- hey!” of a middle aged ogre as a seagull snatches a mozzarella stick out of his war-weary hand.*   

*The strum of on old lyre followed by “whew, that needs tunin” followed by a high F# winding up to around an A.*  

*The call of a loon.*