As I’ve said before, I’ve technically had my familiar, Rider, for about five years. It’s was only this year when I actually started really learning tarot. From the start, he was always the kind of deck to give tough advice that I didn’t always want to hear. As he warmed up to me though, he began to give me cards in readings that would be very dramatic given the situation, and I would almost hear a hint of sarcasm in my head. He’s snarky, and has a very dry sense of humor.
Once he started appearing to me in human form, I began to notice that he is basically a big, lanky cat. He’s dramatic, stubborn, and has an almost languid air about him- like a spoiled prince. He loves to lay in my bed, especially when I’m in it. I’ve taken him out a couple times before, but he seems to like my house better than anywhere else. He’s gotten to be very physically affectionate with me, and I can sometimes almost feel him leaning against me, and he likes it when I sleep with him under my pillow.
What really impresses me the most about Rider is how visible he is to me. He very quickly went from a ball of gold light to a tall, thin young man with blonde hair. He dresses like he’s Victorian, in blue waistcoats- always blue. His hands always stand out to me, they’re thin with long, graceful fingers. And he’s almost always sitting when I first see him, he’s lazy like that. It feels strange to say that I see him cuz like, I know he’s not physically there like me and other humans are, but it’s almost like… Well, like my imagination overlaps with what I’m actually seeing, like it sometimes does when I’m acting.
He’s real. Very, very real.