Laiste, leaving her fairy hoof prints, is a guide of sorts. Following those prints will just as often lead us into a hole as to illumination, her main occupation being jarring us awake, opening our eyebulbs to see and our brainwad to think for ourselves.
When we are in a painful or troubling position it's the easiest thing in the world to "just pull a few cards on this situation". And over and over we see questions like:
What did he think
How did she feel
Why didn't he say
and of course, does he/she love me. No one and nothing can give us third party readings worth a hoot. All we need to know is what we think, what we feel, do we love...and so often we leave that thinking alone entirely, preferring instead, six impossible questions before breakfast.
"The clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and churn of stomach high up under the rib cage." ~ John Steinbeck 1902-1968
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.