Post by COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT on Feb 20, 2013 10:13:38 GMT -5
Claudette stepped into the tent, her heart pounding in her chest. There was really nothing to fear, she told herself, as she moved into the flickering candlelight, observing the objects arranged around the room. It looked like a carefully-constructed set from a play, designed to give one a feeling of mysteriousness. The mystic who had yet to reveal herself was nothing more than an actress playing a part and would likely tell her something silly such as she would meet a tall, dark, and handsome man and live happily every after. And yet for some reason, a sense of uneasiness filled her soul. No one could really tell the future. Could they?
Her friends Nicolette and Solange had gone first, and they had emerged with smiles on their faces. It had been a dare among the three friends to visit the mystic, and they were waiting for her outside now. Again, she told herself there was absolutely nothing to fear. Nothing had happened to Solange and Nicolette, so nothing would happen to her.
A woman with long black hair and unusually pale skin strode from the shadows and sat down at the table, telling her to take a seat on the other side of it “Thank you,” Claudette said politely, perching on the very edge of the chair like a bird about to take flight at any moment. The young woman was not sure she liked the way the mystic's canny gray eyes gazed at her. It felt as if she could see into Claudette's very soul. Oh, don't be silly, she told herself. That's the impression she is trying to give. I'm not going to fall for her act.
When asked what kind of reading she wanted, the pretty blonde considered her options and finally decided on the tarot cards, as they were the least cryptic of the three. One could see the cards and come to one's own conclusion about them, while the tea leaves and crystal ball were unfathomable and open to pure speculation. With the cards, the mystic would have to work harder to come up with a conceivable prediction given which ones she dealt out.
Claudette watched as the mystic spread both gemstones and cards out on the table and then asked what she wished to know. She didn't want to make it too easy on the woman with a question that could be answered with a simple yes or no, so she decided to generalize. “What changes will there be in my life during the next three years?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her friends Nicolette and Solange had gone first, and they had emerged with smiles on their faces. It had been a dare among the three friends to visit the mystic, and they were waiting for her outside now. Again, she told herself there was absolutely nothing to fear. Nothing had happened to Solange and Nicolette, so nothing would happen to her.
A woman with long black hair and unusually pale skin strode from the shadows and sat down at the table, telling her to take a seat on the other side of it “Thank you,” Claudette said politely, perching on the very edge of the chair like a bird about to take flight at any moment. The young woman was not sure she liked the way the mystic's canny gray eyes gazed at her. It felt as if she could see into Claudette's very soul. Oh, don't be silly, she told herself. That's the impression she is trying to give. I'm not going to fall for her act.
When asked what kind of reading she wanted, the pretty blonde considered her options and finally decided on the tarot cards, as they were the least cryptic of the three. One could see the cards and come to one's own conclusion about them, while the tea leaves and crystal ball were unfathomable and open to pure speculation. With the cards, the mystic would have to work harder to come up with a conceivable prediction given which ones she dealt out.
Claudette watched as the mystic spread both gemstones and cards out on the table and then asked what she wished to know. She didn't want to make it too easy on the woman with a question that could be answered with a simple yes or no, so she decided to generalize. “What changes will there be in my life during the next three years?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
