The Cards Be Calling

Mags was in a sunny room with others; she was seated on the floor with a cup of tea by her side and a deck of cards in front of her. But they weren't an ordinary deck of cards; they were cards with some symbols and other pictures on them. She was drawing the cards out and looking at them and then putting them down as part of a pattern.

"What are you doing?" Kia asked.

Mags looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "If you have to ask then you're to ignorant to know." Then she went back to draw the next card and look at it. Pondering the implication of what the card was telling her. 

"Now, now Maggie," a nurse scorned Mags. "We gave you those cards to calm you down, we can just as easily take them away from you."

Mags looked up at the nurse and cocked an eyebrow and added a wry smile to it, as if challenging the nurse to come and do what she had threatened to do.