Mirabel gave the woman an impish look. ”Well, let’s hear it then, old hag! I hope Ikitar has some good fortune in store for me! Maybe I will stumble upon some stunning noble lady who offers me her hand and half the kingdom?” she sneered. The blue-cloaked woman cackled with a wide grin, and her teeth shone in the candle-lit tent as she laid the deck of cards on the table. “Seers tend to be an eccentric lot. Interpreting the threads of time is a cryptic form of magic, and they use peculiar mediums to better concentrate on it. Hers was a deck of Akarta with a citrine trim. Goes well with getting swindled, or so I thought.” The woman reached the velvety cards with her rough, pale-furred fingers. She flipped the card on the table with a single snappy motion, and she let out a chuckle. “The Minstrel. Herald of adventurous souls, creative minds, and visionaries,” she said as she looked down at the picture of a singing bard elegantly painted on the bone paper with gold and black ink. “Or perhaps foreshadowing greater events yet to come…” She flipped another card. “Ahh, the Lady of Fate. Many seek Ikitar’s wisdom and guidance, yet only a few are ever blessed by her light. She must have great things in store for you…” Mirabel looked down at the cards with her eyes half-lidded. “Whoa… Riveting…” she said with an impassive tone. But as the woman began reaching for the third and final card, something in the air lifted. “I was beginning to believe it was a mistake…” The pale hag’s golden eyes widened from beneath her dark cover, lighting, and swirling up with awe as she looked down upon the last Akarta. “…and to be fair, maybe it was.”
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One thought on “Home Cauldron Page 31”

  1. Llywenna

    Never go to an astrologer that does card tricks on the side 😉

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