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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Fortune Teller's Tent[/b][/u]

Elisa gently put down her cup and nodded at Lute before producing a set of oddly-marked set of cards from her sleeve. After a great deal of shuffling, she finally arranged the cards facedown, and the solemn aura surrounding the fortune teller urged both Lute and his noisy familiar to remain silent. The woman leaned back and gestured calmly with her hand, her face as smooth as stone as she said, “Pick three.” 

The first card was of a hooded old man with a… “Death!?” Even with his middling knowledge of these cards, even Lute knew the Reaper when he saw it! The dude had a lantern, for heaven’s sake! “No, the Hermit,” Elisa corrected gently and separated it from the rest of the pack. Oh. Oblivious or at least politely disinterested in Lute’s blunder, she continued, “I must remind you that the world not only revolves for strangers.”

“Pardon?” He furrowed his brows and Elisa maintained her look of impassiveness. “What I meant was that you must consider yourself as well, for that will lead to the path you seek. The answer is within you. Let go of that which binds you and walk forward into the shadows, trusting in yourself to never lose the way.” Seeing the confused emotion on Lute’s face intensify by the second, the woman sighed and decided to move on to the next one.

[i]‘Ah, now this one should be interesting,’[/i] Delilah thought with maniacal glee.

Elisa managed a small smile while Lute’s face colored the brightest beet. “Ah, the Lovers. The need to remain as you are while you share yourself with another. However, this does not necessarily mean romance, per se…” She murmured after the virtuoso gulped the entirety of his tea down, “it also portends to the advent of a great decision in your life. Once you have made your choice, there is no going back.” Despite the gravity of her words, it seemed as if Lute was still fixated on the other definition of the arcana. Young people and their obsession with intimacy. She rapped on the table once and asked, “Speaking of choices and romance, I wonder whom you will realize held your affection from the start, the wild rose hiding behind the stained parasol or perhaps the glass-”

“Robby and I are just friends!” He shouted so loudly anyone within a mile could hear it, “and Aria’s not glass! More like feathers! Lots of feathers! And knives!”

“If you insist. Let it not be said that I did not warn you, and I hope that when the time for this decision comes, it finds you ready,” The fortune teller moved in to see the new card Lute flipped, but upon realizing what it was she froze. Elisa’s face fell into a mask of worry and shock, and she regaled the curious Guilder in front of her with eyes full of sympathy.

Now [i]this[/i] was very bad indeed.