[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Psychic Shop – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] Intuition[/center]
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	[color=#DB7093]”It is no mind. The water is still hot,”[/color] I said and retreated to the back to pour himself a cup of tea. It was a simple remedy of my own making. It contained herbs for relaxation, clarity, and meditation. It was simple but delicious all the same. I walked back out and offered him the fresh cup.

	[color=#DB7093]”Ack no. This is Wayland,”[/color] I said, laying on the Celtic accent as I spoke the name. The cat perked up at this and wove around my legs before leaning against the man’s legs. I smiled. [color=#DB7093]”He likes you. That’s a good sign,”[/color] I noted. [color=#DB7093]”Please, have a seat. What is your name?”[/color] I gestured towards a pair of oversized, well-loved chairs with a table in between. The bookcases sat behind, making it a cozy, little reading nook. However, before I could take a seat, the door chimed. I looked towards it and sighed. [color=#DB7093]”That is Caden.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Psychic Shop -- Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] Observation[/center]
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	The door chimed as I stepped into the familiar shop. I heard my name and shifted my focus to the corner of the room. I grinned and removed my sunglasses. [color=#006400]”Cassiopeia, [i]mi amour[/i]. I apologize for my lateness. I was preoccupied,”[/color] I said with a wink.

	[color=#DB7093]”Yes, well now [i]I[/i] am preoccupied,”[/color] she said with a gesture to the other person in the room. I looked at him now, having not noticed him before. 

	He was a scrawny thing, with haunted eyes. He was young, naive, and lost. However, he seemed to look older than me, even though that was incredibly untrue. I simply looked younger in this form. I tilted my head slightly as I walked closer, making up for the height difference.

	[color=#006400]”Hmm, come for a reading, have you?”[/color] I inquired.

	At my feet, a cat started to whine, and I looked down to see the familiar colouring of Calypso. [color=#006400][i]”Ah ! Ma charmante petite dame.”[/i][/color] I picked her up and she curled up, purring readily.

[hider=Translations]Ah! My lovely, little lady.[/hider]