The Sisterhood: IC

[InkedWolf]

Athalia had gathered quite the crowd with her act tonight. A few simple reads, along with a "mystifying fortune telling" had the crowd in awe. She settled in with her wine as she watched the crowd. None of these people gave Athalia the feeling of her premonition, they were just the common townfolk. She grinned as she slammed the goblet down, to signify she was ready to continue her act.

"Now, who's wants to learn of their one true love! The lad or lassy who will sweep you off your feet! Come sit, and learn of the secrets of the dark!" A man took the chair across from Athalia, he was definitely from places elsewhere. She tried to read the man, see what he wanted from her. She felt her panic creep as she realized, that this man was not readable. His stoic gaze seemed to peer into her instead of the other way around. Athalia realized she may be in trouble, the show should still go on, right?" The man spoke to her, a cold icy voice that seemed to chill Athalia to her very core.

"You can tell fortunes, witch?" Athalia felt her voice catch in her throat, even the spirits seemed electric around this man. He'd seen blood, a lot of blood. "So witch, tell me, what does my future hold?" Athalia felt her hands freeze up, she willed her icy fingers to begin shuffling.

"Yes, of course...I'll see what I can divine good sir. One silver please." The man placed a coin in front of her, she noticed several expensive rings on his fingers. Symbols that haunted her dreams, this was not good...

"She decided a quick spell to warn her sisters of the danger. She palmed three tarot cards, began to shuffle the three cards under the table while her other hand began to shuffle the deck. As she shuffled the three tarot cards she worked her incantation into her showy speach for the man at the tablet.

"Fates divine, lives intertwined, spirits grant thee, my rule of three!" With that, the three cards vanished from her hand. They would reappear in her sisters possession, a warning, and hopefully a request for help.

She nervously continued her act for the man at the table...

[Ravenwoodwitch]

Lucille willingly let her friend lead her away, feeling her red-haired-head grow weary. Something about the stranger was setting off all the internal warnings in her system. He seemed harmless enough; thin, and with a standard sword on his back...no, not standard...something about the blade was far too exotic to be local. Her magic as trying to warn her, warn her desperately about something. The only conclusion her mind could draw was that this man had something to do with her dreams and nightmares, and that perhaps the premonition would reveal what the problem would be. She let her mind resettle, raising her head up just as Athalia's Tarrot card appeared discretely in her hands. It was the devil card...

"Elaine, I'll be fine..." she stood up and tucked the card in her belt. "But I suspect Athalia is not. I need you to go to her."

And Lucille than moved towards the blacksmith's shop again. Carefully pushing the door back open, she lowered her hood in the dimmly lit forge. The fatigue threatened her again, but managed to stay down long enough for the red-head to take in her surroundings.

Channing had returned from his escapades it seemed. She had a tenuous relationship with the blacksmith, for some understandable reasons. He had a distrust of the mystic realm, and she lead a group of girls who practiced it. Still, she was polite as she could be, actually finding the blacksmith charming at times.

"Good to see you're back, and unscathed." she told him, showing a soft smile. "I was hopping you'd be back; I broke some of my gardening tools a few days ago..."

[NarayanK]

Hansel finally managed to create his signature smile; something he used so often with Cyrus. The news about his sword made him slightly satisfied. That meant that he could've spend more time around the village instead of trying to sharpen it like crazy. When the blacksmith offered a free upgrade, Hansel felt a little nervous when he refused the offer. He simply shook his head before quietly muttering, "I appreciate your offer, but I have had bad memories of not getting used to newly sharpened weapons."

This was a fact. He really didn't want to accidentally cut down a wagon in pieces again.

When the door bell rang, Hansel turned to find a customer enter the shop. Apparently, the feminine woman broke some gardening tools. The man prevented himself from smiling, remembering about how his mother's cutlery tools had met a similar demise, before he turned back to the blacksmith.

"I will have to agree with you on that one. While the sword may be sharp as it is, the arrow could be used in so many ways that even I could not think of. Maybe I might practice utilizing it some day..."

Hansel smiled at the blacksmith before he turned back to the woman. Something about her unnerved him at first, but then the feeling had quickly vanished. To him, she seemed like someone a man could fawn over, but he was not in the fawning category. Bowing to the blacksmith, he politely said, "Please excuse me. I have something a little... urgent to do. May we have a pleasant chat like this some time later."

He took his sword before he quickly left the shop. The man wanted to avoid interactions with women as much as possible. The witches could deceive him... trick him... or whatever they might do for their own safety. Sweating a little, the man sighed before he had reached a fair distance between him and the shop. He began to wander around the town again, making sure not to disturb or catch anyone's attention.

[Lia Cross]

When the woman entered his shop he nodded to her without smiling. He regarded her professionally, "Lass... I assure yeh I be mor'n capable of takin' care of meself..." At this he smirked, almost coyly, and looked at her fully. She was a beautiful woman, which might have been pertinent if he didn't have a grudge against her and her accomplices. But he remained polite, especially in front of the other customer.

Channing nodded and smiled to the traveler as he handed the sword back and watched him leave the shop. When he was finally alone with Lucille he approached her quickly, almost aggressively. He took her hands in his, along with the gardening tools. For a moment he paused, staring down at her into those bright blue eyes. His gaze was troubled, perhaps somewhat hostile. It was a message, as was most of the subtle things he did. It said he wasn't afraid of her. But he lowered his gaze just then and took a step back, slowly, the gardening tools in hand... and his diverted eyes also sent a message--that he respected her and her abilities. He knew that she was powerful... and he may not like her and her friends very much, but he venerated how dangerous she was.

"I'll fix them, lass." He turned and placed them on a table. His hands were shaking gently, almost unperceptively. "Yeh can pay me later. Maybe with whatever yeh be growin' in that garden of yers..." He chuckled softly.

"But yeh didn' come here jus' fer gardenin' tools, did ye, lass?" He turned back to her, a sad and serious look upon his face. He was perhaps referring to the stranger that left the shop just then.