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Post by Meriel "Dubhiarr" MacNamara on Jun 29, 2010 21:13:33 GMT -5
Dubhiarr nodded, making a quick decision. "Alright, let's go find one of the fortune-tellers then."
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Jun 29, 2010 21:36:39 GMT -5
Zephyros nodded and led the way to a small out of the way tent. He peeked his head in and asked a soft question in Greek, then another. He nodded and pulled his head back out. "Alright... she's nothing compared to Professor Smoke, but she does have talent. If you look at her with mage sight, you can tell she has some ability. She speaks English, and if you want a proper reading, I can't be in there too. Still interested?"
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Post by Rudeth Volkova on Jun 30, 2010 14:37:44 GMT -5
Rudeth flushed slightly at the praise, but grinned and took her father's hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, as well, Sir. Bianca's spoken fondly of you."
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Post by Aritha Bianca Kairavi on Jun 30, 2010 15:12:49 GMT -5
Her father smiled and backed up, gesturing. "Find somewhere to sit down. I'll just straighten up a little and we can talk." He wheeled over to a workbench and carefully put a number of small cogs and wheels into a box, then moved several other little wooden carvings into another corner.
Aritha cleared off a chair for Rudeth, then hopped onto a counter, her skirt swirling around her feet. "Papa, it's alright. It's not like everything is going to get knocked around," she giggled.
He smiled and shrugged. "True enough." He turned again and faced Rudeth. He straightened the blanket over his legs and looked thoughtfully at him. "So what are you studying?"
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Post by Meriel "Dubhiarr" MacNamara on Jul 9, 2010 18:27:29 GMT -5
“Yeah.” Dubhiarr nodded, swallowing her taffy as she stepped quietly into the fortune-teller's tent.
The air was musty in here, heavy with some strange perfume. It took a little while for her eyes to adjust to the change in light; when they focused, she saw the fortune-teller seated in the middle of the tent, behind a small round table spread with black velvet. She looked to be in her early thirties; her thick black hair was tied back with a wide, wine-colored ribbon. She met Dubhiarr's gaze and smiled, beckoning for her to approach. “Please, sit down.”
Dubhiarr smiled in return and stepped toward the woman, taking the proffered seat and looking across the table. The woman reached under the table and produced a large globe of polished crystal, which she placed carefully on the tabletop.
Dubhiarr watched curiously, a small smile on her face. “Do I need to do anything?”
The woman nodded. “Cup your hands over the ball, but don't touch it. Like this.” She took Dubhiarr's hands and positioned them, then drew back and positioned her own hands: shaping them into a pyramid and holding them at eye level, she looked through the gap between her thumbs and forefingers, gazing into and through the crystal ball.
There were several seconds of silence; Dubhiarr felt an itch on her nose, but resisted the urge to scratch it, not wanting to mess anything up. She watched the fortune-teller quietly, waiting for her to speak.
“I see a man,” the fortune-teller spoke up, breaking the silence. “Tall, strong and handsome... long black hair and blind brown eyes.”
“The new biology professor at my school,” Dubhiarr told her with a nod. “Professor Breannan.”
The fortune-teller nodded, looking deeper into the ball. “Hmm... there is a curse on this man... a painful curse. He is a man by day, a bat by night.”
Dubhiarr raised her eyebrows, interested. She had known the man was a shapeshifter of some sort, but had never thought to ask what kind. She sat still without speaking, waiting to hear more.
“Now I see another man,” the fortune-teller went on. “Short and plump, with a temper as fiery as his thinning hair. A mage of considerable power.”
Dubhiarr's eyebrows rose higher, and she chuckled softly. “That sounds like my uncle Ailde. He always was a hothead.”
The fortune-teller smirked, her eyes still fixed on the ball. “The two are connected with each other and with you; that connection will soon come into play. You will know what to do.” She sat back lowering her hands. “That is all I can see.”
Dubhiarr nodded, intensely curious as to what this all meant. Good thing it would be obvious to her eventually. She dug in her purse and pulled out her wallet, finding the right amount and holding it out to the woman. “Thank you. I'll be sure to do my best at whatever it is I have to do.”
The woman smiled and accepted the money, then put away the crystal ball. “I'm sure you will.”
Dubhiarr took that as her cue to leave, ducking out of the tent and returning to Zephyros. She took a deep breath of the fresher, cooler air, shouldering her purse again as she spoke.
“Well, that was definitely interesting.”
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Jul 13, 2010 21:35:24 GMT -5
Zephyros tilted his head and shrugged slightly. "It always is. Mine didn't make any sense... but that's okay, her talent seems to fade in and out and it was probably just gibberish.
"Most fortune-tellers try to make something out of my name, but odd as it might be to be named after a Wind, it's nothing really significant."
He looked around thoughtfully. "So... where to next?"
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Post by Meriel "Dubhiarr" MacNamara on Jul 13, 2010 21:51:22 GMT -5
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't just gibberish," Dubhiarr told him. "She mentioned one of the professors at Dunehelden, and a relative of mine. Apparently I'm supposed to do something involving the two of them. She said it'd be obvious to me when I saw it.
"Hmm..." She chewed her lip a bit as she pondered his next question. "How about one of the milder dancing routines?"
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Post by Zephyros Aetai on Jul 20, 2010 13:56:01 GMT -5
"I said what she said to me was gibberish," Zeph corrected with a grin. "I mean, the words made sense, but the meaning did not."
He looked around the carnival to get his bearings, then nodded. "Alright. This way then,” he said, grinning at Du and grabbing her hand to pull her along.
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Post by Meriel "Dubhiarr" MacNamara on Jul 20, 2010 16:17:09 GMT -5
Dubhiarr giggled as Zeph pulled her along toward one of the other tents. She made a mental note to find Professor Breannan and speak to him as soon as possible on her return to school, and for good measure she'd contact her uncle as well. She had to wonder why and how the two men were connected, other than both being Scottish... it would probably become clear when she spoke to them.
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