Fortune Cookies (Meara)

It was not often Meara ventured too far from the more populated parts of the planet, the cities just had a sort of flair to them... that and all the people there. What was not to like? But there were always came a time, whether frequent or not, that the young faun would need a break from the day in and day out of hopping between the cardinal cities and trying her best to make sue of the more gullible of the populations in each area, that and sometimes she needed to give them a little bit of time to forget her face, elsewise they may get wise on her intentions.



This time it was out into the fields of the Spinach Wastes, the rolling almost endless fields only broken by the small yokel like communities littered here and there. It was a place all too familiar with isolationism, and a prime example of what she did not like to venture this far into the more wild parts of the planet, and yet there was something nostalgic about it too... it reminded her of home. Where the half demon came from was not too different, but at least these more peaceful lands were not wrought with the conflict her home was.



Outside a small town she had decided was the prime location to set up shop for the next day or two, arranging her tent just far enough away as to not draw the ire of the population within, but within eye shot if the younger or more curious of them decided to venture her way, she was aware that these people tended to err more on the superstitious side so there was no need for her to hold back on the lot of them.



Meara had happened to be in the town, looking about the buildings and accessories when the more peculiar individual arrived. The faun was not particularly great at reading people of the less predictable sort, but had the impression there was no immediate threat with this particular being. She would linger, listening to the conversation as it would unfold until what she could only presume was some inflated expression of her being in the area. Barely containing a laugh behind a soft chuckle, the young faun would step out from the cover of the bales she had stuck behind and raise a hand in the air, ears flitting from side to side as she continued to listen to the chatter about herself, "That would probably be me, Meara the Magnificent!" The name was one she was not totally sold on, but it was a start. "I have a tent set up right outside the village if you want to discuss what services you need.", Meara would continue speaking, lifting a hand to her chin in thoughtful contemplation.

Many thoughts crossed Meara's mind on the walk to her tent, many of them pertaining to the peculiarity of the individual that seemed to have been looking for her. there was little that could be made out from this person's physique or overall appearance in large part to their rather successful attempts at hiding even the barest inch of their form from all potential onlookers. It was not the first time the faun had come across those that had one reason or another to hide their appearance and Meara did not generally make it her mission to delve too deep into the personal reasons of these individuals, her own appearance at times had given her trouble so she understood completely.

It would not take long for the two to make it to the tent Meara had set up just outside the village, the bright red and purple more than apparent once the tree line had been crossed. "I'm glad to help.", Meara would reply cheerfully as she pulled herself into a cushioned chair opposite the opening of the tent. Brushing a hand over the basketball sized orb atop a small round table the faun's eyes would close for a moment before fluttering open once more.

"Come, take a seat and look into the sphere with me.", she would speak as a amaranthine mist began to fill the interior of the orb, whatever secrets it may hide within soon to be uncovered.

Though initially caught a little off guard, Meara was not at all too surprised at the skepticism of the stranger; magic was not something many on the planet took to so easily... perhaps that explained why so many of those who truly practiced chose to stay on the fringes of society rather than integrate themselves within like Meara and her mother had been attempting to for years now. The threat of being eaten, however, was a new one for the young witch and she was not entirely certain how to respond to that specific part of the entity's statement.



Tilting her head to the side Meara thought for a moment as she sat behind her table in the cool tent. "Hmm, can't say for certain if I could trap you if I wanted to...", the faun mused a moment before continuing with a nod, "But, if you are so scared of the sphere how about cards? Nothing magical about them other than being a potent tool." With a swift movement Meara would pull her tarot cards from the leather bound deck at her side, the thick cards shifting gently against one another as she set it on the table before the two.



"I'll even thin the deck of the Minor Arcana for you so there aren't as many 'tricks'.", the faun would say as she began separating the Major from the Minor Arcana, the vast majority of the cards being set aside and ignored. As she began to shuffle the cards she would comment once more, "What you will do is pick three from the top and place them face down on the table in a row. Then flip them one at a time and I'll let you know what they might mean.", she motioned to the now shuffled portion of the former deck, "If there is any accuracy in these that should prove some degree of what I can do."