Who

Willimina, Xanthee

What

Xanthee searches out a Zingari Fortune Teller to see what the future may hold

When

It is early afternoon on the seventh day of the ninth month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass

Where

Caravan Grounds

OOC Date 13 Aug 2017 04:00

 


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Caravan Grounds

Deep grooves in the hard packed earth criss-cross a large patch of denuded ground, bearing mute testament to the caravans that frequent this area. Despite the midden holes set back a ways from the main center of traffic, the air is sweet, redolent with the sagebrush that forms a loose perimeter around the flattened expanse. In what is as close to its center as the vague boundaries suggest, a stone ringed fire pit has been dug and surrounded with the odd log or two, ash overflowing from its darkly blackened core.


It's not as hot a day as it could be in Igen, and for that, it's residents are grateful. The temperature is actually amenable enough that the Zingari are out hawking a few wares and talents. Willimina herself is taking a turn in the fortune teller's booth. It's slow at the moment, so she entertains herself by watching the people as they move by. She wonders idly if her afternoon appointments will show when half of her morning ones cancelled. Fortune telling is not a lucrative business when it's been roastig hot outside.

From the direction of the Bazar, Xanthee saunters into the caravan grounds with a girlish wiggle to her hips, maybe putting on a bit much, but after a little looking around, it is apparent that whoever she is searching for is not there. With a bit of a pout, she looked to be ready to head off when out of the corner of her eye she spots the Fortune tellar's booth and seems intrigued. She meanders over and smiles at the woman manning the booth, "Good afternoon. How much is a reading?" she asks.

Willimina is nearly on the verge of falling asleep when she's approached by Xanthee. Sitting straight up in her chair, Willimina trains chocolate brown eyes on the girl with a smile. Nodding and sending her wild curls bouncing about her face, Willimina waves at the cards in front of her. "We do. It's a quarter mark for a card reading, a half mark for a palm and a whole mark for the both of them." Willimina waves at the chair in front. "I'll do both for a half mark at this point, it's been a dull day."

Xanthee smiles brightly and takes a seat, fishing a half mark out of her belt pouch and putting it on the table in front of her. "I'll take both then because it's such a good deal. I've never had my fortune told before. But I was here for your party the other night and noticed the booth." she bounces ever so slightly in her seat, her eyes flicking about at the activity around her as she awaits further instructions.

Willimina smiles. "Most don't take stock in their fortunes, don't believe in fate." Willimina takes the half mark and slips it into her belt pouch before gesturing for Xanthee's palm. Willimina seems especially good at this portion of the fortune telling, she's always been good with the lines. The cards are harder, but she's passable at those at least. Not that Xanthee knows any of this, but it's on Willa's mind as she wats for Xanthee's palm.

Xanthee holds out her palm to Willimina and nods solemnly, "Oh I definitely believe." she says in affirmation, her free hand goes up to tuck a stray strong of ebony hair back over her ear as her emerald green eyes look down at her own palm, wondering what will be seen in it.

Willimina takes Xanthee's palm gently and traces finger along the lifeline. "You're so young!" Chocolate eyes flash up in surprise, but only for just a moment. She goes back to studying the girl's palm and looks thoughtful for a few moments. "You work hard, and you are flirtatious, sometimes to a fault." Willimina looks up to Xanthee with a mischievous grin on her lips. "You have a long lifeline though, and you will see much in your years, both good an bad." Willimina pushes Xanthee's palm back towards her and gathers the cards, handing them to her. "Shuffle these and think of a question while you do."

Xanthee looks a little shocked at how astute her words are, "That's incredible, you can tell all this just by the lines?" She exclaims as she takes up the cards and shuffles them thoughtfully as she tries to focus on a question in her mind. She pauses for a minute and looks conflicted, as if deciding between two questions before finally steeling her gaze as she makes an internal decision and closes her eyes in concentration as she gives the card a good final shuffle and then hands them back to Willimina, her gaze eager to see what will be revealed.

Willimina deals out a basic formation, a star shape, all face down. "I can, everyone's palm tells a story." The woman grins and waves at the cards. "What question did you decide on?" Willimina asks, trying to read the energy of the cards and off Xanthee.

Xanthee clears her throat a little bit and looks up shyly under her long dark lashes. "I want to know about love. Will anyone ever fall in love with me?" As she says it out loud, her cheeks redden slightly and she looks down at the cards arrayed on the table in front of her, eager to know what they hold.

Willimina wants to giggle and shake her head as one of the most frequent questions asked of the cards comes out of Xanthee's mouth. But Willimina manages to keep her face serene and fights back her reaction. She flips the first card, the star, and immediately Willimina releases a sigh. "I do not think it is love you should be concerning yourself with." She points to the star. "Tell me, believer, do you know what this card means?"

Xanthee shakes her head slightly at the question, "No, I don't, what does it mean?" she asks eagerly as she leans forwards, to get a better look at the card. "There is a star drawn on it." wow, very observant there Xan. She is now perched on the edge of her seat and looking eagerly up at the fortune teller.

Willimina clears her throat, and looks Xanthee dead in the eyes, her expression that of seriousness. "The star is a harbinger of change and self evolution, of being open to new ideas and change." Willimina sits back and crosses her legs. "It seems as if you should be looking at personal growth." Willimina leans forward and flips the next card, The Fool. "New Beginnings, trust in life." She flips the next card, leaving only one remaining. Judgement. "Rebirth, a new phase in life, finding your calling." Willimina pauses over the last card. "Want me to continue?"

Xanthee's breath catches in her throat as the woman explains the cards to her and she gasps, "That is so strange! I was trying to chose between two questions as I was shuffling, the other was what is my destiny? To be a rider like my mother or was there another path for me that I hadn't found yet." she hugs herself tightly as a shiver runs through her and then speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes please continue."

The last card turned is the ace of dragons, a card meant for new beginnings. "The ace of dragons, new beginnings, fertile ideas and the creative spark. I think you were definitely destined for things greater than you currently achieve. Love might be in the cards for you some day m'girl. But for now, your whole life stretches out in front of you, ripe with opportunity and adventure. Grasp onto that instead of chasing coat tales m'dear."

Xanthee grins broadly, her eyes sparkling with proto-tears as she nods silently, taking one deep, slightly quivering breath, she looks up at the older woman and nods slightly. "Wow. I never knew what to expect, but you hit on so many things I've been worried about for a very long time. Thank you so much." she says with emotion as she stands and reaches into her belt pouch for a quarter mark and places it down on the table as a tip. "I can't thank you enough."

Willimina bows her head gracefully. "I only give what the cards deliver, but you are welcome. I am glad I could help you sort through some things, and that you brightened my considerably dull day." Willimina laughs and waves to a basket at her feet. "Would you like a drink?"

Xanthee shakes her head a little bit at the woman's offer of a drink. "I can't unfortunately, I came here on my break from the Tea Room and I should really be getting back. But I am sure I will see you around again." She bobs her head in an informal bow and then waves as she heads off back to the bazar, a little skip in her step as she goes.

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