The Gypsey's Fortune
Originally Posted by Cleonia
The beginning of winter had started to make itself known, Showing in the patches of frost that had begun to appear in the early hours. But when the sun made its appearance over the mountains in the distance, it quickly fled, leaving behind thousands of diamond dew drops glittering across the landscape. It was beautiful, no one could deny it, and as a shaggy coated black horse stepped through The last patch of grass before the Town square, Scattering the droplets from the blades, his rider couldn't help but cast one last look over the serene field. He sighed wistfully, gently patting the strong neck of his mount, Gathering up the reins as he turned the horse around towards his destination. "Winter is just around the corner, my friend." He said softly, reaching up to adjust the dark green cloak across his shoulders tighter to his neck.
He Was a young man, Barely broken over the threshold of his twenties, And had a strong, beautiful, and graceful build to his body. His hair was thick, straight, And a silvery blonde in color, cut just short enough to not fall into his eyes. Below similarly light eyebrows, a pair of vivid blue eyes Observe the world around them with intense curiosity and a hint of something that could be described as apprehension. A dusting of freckles provided a minimal contrast to his pale Face as they scattered across the bridge of his nose and followed the line of his cheeks. In short, he was handsome and the quintessential example of what any Morgan Should be.
With a loud snort that created a fog Of white, his stallion tossed His black head and came to an abrupt halt, Nostrils flared and ears Forward. On his back, Edward Morgan's Head tilted slightly and a puzzled expression blossomed onto his face. For a moment, he attempted to gently coax his horse To continue forward, clicking his tongue and squeezing his legs. But when he continued to receive only short whickers In response and a very evident prancing backwards, He held still and let his gaze Flicker around uncertainly. Nothing odd appeared to be out of place immediately, but his horse remained adamant, even planting his hooves and refusing to budge another inch. Edward found himself hesitating as his gaze finally landed on the brightly colored tent to his right that they had halted in front of, his curiosity peaking acutely. He had always been so intrigued by the gypsies, Ever since he had gotten lost in the city at a young age and had been protected by a small troupe until his flustered parents had found him. ..
Something almost seemed to be tugging at him to get down from his horse, His muscles responding to the impulse even before he could gather together his thoughts, Drawing him towards the flap of the tent. Hesitating with his fingers outstretched, Edward finally grasped the fabric between his fingers and pulled it open, taking a deep breath before stepping inside. His heart in his throat, his eyes were instantly drawn to the flame of hair of the young woman sitting on a plush pillow, a small kitten arching into her fingers. He swallowed impulsively as she looked in his direction, his back straightening automatically. "Good morning Lady." He managed to say in a gentle rolling accented timber, preforming a small half bow.
Angelica looked up from the cushion that she sat on and raised her brow slightly. Still rubbing the top of her little kitten's head she spoke. "Hello there sir. Is there anything I can do for you?" She sat back in the shadows of the tent, from the spot she was sitting only her piercing honey colored eyes and the yellow eyes of Kona shone in the dark. Angelica looked the man up and down, she had never seen him around here before, he had to be from a neighboring village. Seeing as how anyone from this village wouldn't come to the gypsy tent, unless they were very desperate.
Stepping forward Angelica cradled the kitten in her arm then looked at the man again. "So what brings you by my tent today good sir? Most people wouldn't dare step foot into my tent." She said moving to sit on the edge of one of the tables that held various herbs, and tonics. "You must be very, very brave." She said with a grin.
Edward found himself taking a deep breath once again, slightly taken aback by the playful smile and the apparent youth of the woman in front of him. Perhaps he had just been foolish to think that only the older Gypsies would be camped around town, Most likely stemming from his memories as a child. His thumb ran along his forefinger for a moment, a habit that he didn't remember when he had picked up, choosing his words carefully. "It may seem brave to some, venturing into the tent of a Gypsy, it's true, But I have never been one to feel afraid of something I have never feared." He said calmly, Adopting a gentle smile thatnevertheless made a dimple imprint on his left cheek. "As for why..." He hesitated for a moment, casting his gaze over the table she was leaning on before returning his eyes to her disconcerting eyes. "I wish to have my fortune told." He wasn't sure why that was the thing he asked for, But he had always held a fond curiosity for the art... His smile grew at the idea of finally delving into something that his father would most likely flat out forbid him to do. That alone would satisfy him.
Raising her brow slightly Angelica moved to walk to the small round table that sat at the back of the tent. "Well then good sir, please follow me." She said before sitting down in a large oak chair that sat on one side of the table. Sitting on top was an ornatley decorated purple cloth, the stars, and other symbols on top woven in carefully with gold fabric. Placing her kitten down in her lap Angelica pulled a green pouch from under the table placing it in front of her, she waited for the man to take his seat.
As usual she started to study the way the man walked, moved, and seemed to carry himself. Oddly enough, it was very different from what she had come to see around the village. He had to be an outsider, but from where was the question. "Before we begin, could I trouble you for your name?" Angelica mused as she leaned forward on her elbows, batting her lashes over her emerald eyes.
After a moment, Edward followed after the woman and her trailing fiery mane, His steps even and smooth. Sliding into the second chair, he unconsciously folded his hands into his lap, Intertwining the fingers near there tips. He let his blue hued eyes, admiring the intricate details of the stars and moons, The love someone must have put into its design. But at her inquiry of his name, his gaze instantly snapped to her face, The not so innocent grin playing around her lips. He found himself having a quick but silent debate within himself about divulging his real name. It was over quickly, his shoulders relaxing. There would be no harm in telling her at least his first name.
"I am called Edward." He said with another smile twitching at his lips, Easing himself gently back against the chair. "May I ask your name as well, Lady?"
"Edward." She said slowly mulling the name around in her head, trying to see if she had heard it somewhere before. The only name she could think of was the prince, and she knew fairly well that the prince wouldn't step into the village. "My name you ask?" She said looking at him as if she didn't understand the question. "My name is Angelica. Angelica Faye." She said bowing her head slightly. Angelica often didn't disclose her full name to the likes of someone new, but this man seemed different for some reason.
"Well now Edward. Shall we get started telling your future?" She asked with a smirk playing at her lips. Picking up the green pouch that was before her, she pulled on the brown cord that kept it closed, and pulled it open before setting it front of Edward. "Pick a crystal from the bag before we can begin."
"angelica.." Edward mused, Also testing out her name on his tongue and quickly committing it to memory. He like the sound of it, the gentle beauty it possessed. "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
His attention was quickly drawn to the small green pouch she then reached for, focusing on the opening as it was placed in front of him. He had to choose a crystal? He wasn't sure what information this would provide, but quickly lifted one hand and reached forward, Sliding his fingers easily into the little bag. He explored the sensations presented to ahis fingertips for a moment before picking out one that he felt drawn to, pulling it free and twisting it between his fingers as he examined the beautifully cut surface. He offered it to Angelica, unsure of what she expected next.
Angelica looked at him then down at the crystal as she took it from his grasp. "The red quartz. That is very rare indeed. Not many people pull this crystal from the bag." She said then placed the crystal in the middle of the table. "There is something special about this quartz, do you know what it is?" Angelica mused as she ran her hand over the top of the crystal. When she stopped moving her hand it slowly started to vibrate on top of the table, not long after it shifted completely and rose up into the air.
Watching as she took the Crystal from him, Edward had been about to answer her question when the stone suddenly began to move, catching his attention as it twitched against the tablecloth, finally rising to hover a short distance above it. He found his words catching in his throat as he stared at the phenomenon. Quietly, his eyes flickered up to look into Angela's face, His head shaking from side to side mutely.
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"It means there is a dark power inside you that you don't know about. There is something in you that is wanting to break free, some sort of burden." Angelica said as she moved her hand over to the middle of the table so the crystal hovered between them. She moved her hand away but the crystal stayed in place, gently she placed her hands palms up on either side. "Place your hands over mine, then close your eyes." Angelica said softly as she looked into his eyes.