[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
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	As Nic's hand touches mine, I get brief flashes of his day. Nothing major, things that just needed to be confirmed. His emotions though tell a different story, and as I release his hand I feel genuinely sorry for him. The anger and hurt he is going through is a lot.

	I've been alive for a long time. I look to be about 27 but in reality I am over a hundred years old. I'm a sorcerer and though I often get called a witch, that is not who I am. I may work with and base my spell work off of emotions, but the fact that I do craft spells and call on other forces deems me far more than just a witch who collects herbs. 

	I pull my hand from his and rest my hands on the table. I gesture for Nic to do the same. [color=#DB7093]"Wayland will stay by your side for this process. He has a sixth sense about this sort of things."[/color] As if on cue, Wayland tucks his bushy, black tail around his paws and looks up at Nic, meowing in encouragement.

	[color=#DB7093]"I cannot guarantee that I will find the answers you seek. I cannot guarantee that the results will be pleasant or forthcoming."[/color] I reach behind to the shelf to bring out a set of candles and a bowl. I light the candles in the traditional way before I add some herbs. [color=#DB7093]"Set an intention, what you would like to get out of this reading,"[/color] I explain to him. I set the herbs on fire with the lit candle. Smoke curls up before drifting towards Nic and circles around him in loose tendrils. I pull out my tarot cards and start shuffling them. [color=#DB7093]"If the smoke bothers you, let me know. That bit is just for show really,"[/color] I say with a wink.

	After the deck is shuffled I push the cards towards him. [color=#DB7093]"Shuffle them into three separate piles,"[/color] I encourage him.