Giriel blushes, almost hunching into herself. Of course, this request ought to have gone to Peregrine. What if she makes a mistake that brings down the armies of the dominion upon them? What if she [i]sees[/i] the armies of the dominion falling upon them and it isn’t a mistake? What if she sees them kissing each other?! 

N-nevertheless, she cannot refuse. That would be far worse, an unforgivable act of arrogance and insult to withhold her talents now and after such a compliment. 

So, taking a deep breath, and telling herself inwardly “Giriel Bruinstead, you can do this” she takes the last drops of the tea and pours it into Cathak Agata’s cup. “Swirl” she says, making it happen by placing a large, gentle hand overtop Agata’s (she tries only to hold, not to brush any skin at all, though she is not so dexterous as to do this perfectly). She lifts the arm up above the head (such presumptuous behavior!) and swirls again, then slowly and carefully moves the Red Wolf to lower the cup, pouring out the tea slowly, drop by drop upon her saucer as she does. 

When the last drop falls, Giri moves Agata to place the cup upon the table and only then does her hand release the other woman’s. The lingering warmth pulses through her and she has to resist the urge to flex her fingers and stare at them. 

She glances then into the tea cup at the patterns of the leaves. They should form a sign: characters of a name, or perhaps symbols and elements. Patterns of water or fire for various sorts of disasters, trees for new life, heavenly symbols for good fortune, birds and paths for journeys, bones for illness, swords for violence, demons for misfortune (or meeting demons, which meant the same thing) and so forth. 

[Divination: 5+1+2=8. Giri sees something interesting about what Red Wolf will face that she does not know. Red Wolf learns the truth and clears a condition.

Also, I apologize for the double roll, but I think this is an Entice as well, for which I have rolled an 11 (6+3+2).]