What does the future hold?
Aren't you curious?...
The gypsy settled into her seat, tossing dark waves over her shoulder and dealt four different cards on the table, face down to form a rectangle. If Arlo was paying attention, he might notice a number of curious things. Each card came from the same deck in her hands, all seemingly with plain backings, but when she cast them on the surface, they each took on a different personality. There was a light purple one, with a divine circle shining in yellow, then another with a clean plaid pattern. The last two were as contrasting as night and day – one with a dark, almost black coloring with a curious design and white crescent moons in each of the corners. The last was a pale cream with white borders and spoke of a spring morning, and two etchings of inked doves biting at stars.
She flourished a hand above them, “Which deck speaks to you?”
Vadoma did not tear her eyes away from his as he pondered his choice, and whatever card Arlo eventually picked would feel warm and pulsing if he were to touch it. After his choice, Vadoma would lean back, crossing her legs, “The future is vast, my friend. What is your name and interest? Do you seek any particular answer, or will we allow fate to speak for itself?” She arched a brow, always interested in what path a patron would choose.
Once she had his answer, she would scoop the cards up, and collect them back into one deck, eyes briefly glancing at the grouping of the candles once more. Behind the tall red wax, a small figure craned its neck, glimpsing shyly at the man in the seat. The little creature shifted, stretching a tiny wing, and the fairy sat down upon her ankles and looked to her larger companion. It was clear that the two were close, for when Vadoma reached over the fairy to swat at a fly that had been buzzing about, the tiny fairy leaped, grabbing onto one of the many bracelets around the gypsy's wrist, and held tight until she could drop herself into Vadoma's lap. No one else in the streets seemed to glimpse that way, or even appeared interested in the glowing being.
In fact, no one else could even see the fairy. Except, for perhaps, another blessed by Jesnine...
She flourished a hand above them, “Which deck speaks to you?”
Vadoma did not tear her eyes away from his as he pondered his choice, and whatever card Arlo eventually picked would feel warm and pulsing if he were to touch it. After his choice, Vadoma would lean back, crossing her legs, “The future is vast, my friend. What is your name and interest? Do you seek any particular answer, or will we allow fate to speak for itself?” She arched a brow, always interested in what path a patron would choose.
Once she had his answer, she would scoop the cards up, and collect them back into one deck, eyes briefly glancing at the grouping of the candles once more. Behind the tall red wax, a small figure craned its neck, glimpsing shyly at the man in the seat. The little creature shifted, stretching a tiny wing, and the fairy sat down upon her ankles and looked to her larger companion. It was clear that the two were close, for when Vadoma reached over the fairy to swat at a fly that had been buzzing about, the tiny fairy leaped, grabbing onto one of the many bracelets around the gypsy's wrist, and held tight until she could drop herself into Vadoma's lap. No one else in the streets seemed to glimpse that way, or even appeared interested in the glowing being.
In fact, no one else could even see the fairy. Except, for perhaps, another blessed by Jesnine...
... Just a little?
