What does the future hold?
Aren't you curious?...
52nd of Ymiden, 717
The people were in good spirits, she noticed, her hands fiddling with the deck of cards and she smiled at the first drunken man to cross her path. He stumbled, catching himself upon the corner of her stall, grinning apologetically and the gypsy gave a wave of her ringed ringers, “Care for a reading?”
He smiled but before he could answer, was quickly dragged off by another woman for dancing. This did not offend her, of course. The people in Rharne were hummingbirds, drinking sweet nectar and buzzing from one adventure to the next. She liked that, even with the tragedies that had been creeping in the shadows, and just like hummingbirds, sometimes they lived short lives. For how long could one's heart withstand such a quick paced lifestyle?
The gypsy pushed off from where she had been leaning, walking behind her table and fiddled idly with the necklaces, candles, rings and eyed the small locked case that sat beneath the counter. Nearby the sound of music shifted into something more fast paced and she watched her companions dance in the crowd. Skirts twirled and the smell of white sage rose into the air.
More people passed, each one getting a steady look and knowing smirk, as the gypsy woman waved to tarot cards and motioned to her wares, speaking loudly through the festivities, “Tarot readings. Find out your future, your potential. What does fate have in store for you? Don't be shy.”
The people were in good spirits, she noticed, her hands fiddling with the deck of cards and she smiled at the first drunken man to cross her path. He stumbled, catching himself upon the corner of her stall, grinning apologetically and the gypsy gave a wave of her ringed ringers, “Care for a reading?”
He smiled but before he could answer, was quickly dragged off by another woman for dancing. This did not offend her, of course. The people in Rharne were hummingbirds, drinking sweet nectar and buzzing from one adventure to the next. She liked that, even with the tragedies that had been creeping in the shadows, and just like hummingbirds, sometimes they lived short lives. For how long could one's heart withstand such a quick paced lifestyle?
The gypsy pushed off from where she had been leaning, walking behind her table and fiddled idly with the necklaces, candles, rings and eyed the small locked case that sat beneath the counter. Nearby the sound of music shifted into something more fast paced and she watched her companions dance in the crowd. Skirts twirled and the smell of white sage rose into the air.
More people passed, each one getting a steady look and knowing smirk, as the gypsy woman waved to tarot cards and motioned to her wares, speaking loudly through the festivities, “Tarot readings. Find out your future, your potential. What does fate have in store for you? Don't be shy.”
OOC
Hello, Rharnians! Feel free to approach the gypsy. I will be pulling out my tarot cards and doing a simple spread for each of your characters (and can post pictures if you are interested!). We can branch off into separate, individual moderated threads with your results if you prefer. Just say so in your own reply, and of course, if you're not interested in a reading but seeing what else the woman has for sale, feel free to inquire. Each reading will be 5gn, and I hope you enjoy Buskerfest!
... Just a little?
