[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] [/center]
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	The familiar chime of the bell greeted me as I opened the door to the shop. ‘Mystic Dreams’ was a long time project of mine. The women in my family had owned shops for as long as I could remember. Even when women were less than the dirt on your shoes, my maternal ancestors had a hand in some shop or another. It was a fantastic legacy to be able to continue.

	[Url=https://photos.app.goo.gl/Hd3PZJsVg4Y8t5RK8]Calypso[/url] greeted me as I passed her perch in the front store window. She meowed and purred a greeting as she stretched.

	[color=#DB7093]”Alls clear?”[/color] I questioned her. She merped once in acquiesce, and I gave her a treat for her troubles. [color=#DB7093]”Lovely.”[/color] I moved towards the back room where a [url=https://cdn-prd.content.metamorphosis.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2022/05/black-and-white-cat-breeds-Norwegian-Forest-Cat.jpg]black monstrosity[/url] greeted me. I picked him up and peppered him with kisses until I heard the growl of protest and set Wayland back down. I patted his head once before continuing on my journey. 

	The routine of opening my shop was tedious but comforting. If I missed even a single step, my entire day felt strange to me. My final task had me making a cup of tea --- ginger today --- and sitting with my notebook, reviewing my notes.

	My shop was small, but it felt cozy and comforting. Plants hung from the ceiling and in corners. Books, tarot cards, and herbs filled the shop window, while the back corner held a couple of shelves of crystals. Behind the counter, I had other herbs and tinctures for simple things like headaches, rashes, and digestion — all-natural ways to cure ailments and human discomforts. Then, of course, I had the more exciting love spells, potions, and other things of the like. Honestly, those things were useless. I never gave spells to foolish humans who wanted their crush to fall madly in love with them or were too shy to talk to someone they found attractive. They were placebos. A confidence boost that usually worked in their favour. Sometimes, it didn’t, and I would have to listen to screaming and yelling, field bad reviews online, and move on. Truthfully, it was no skin off my back. I made a decent living with the shop, but my talents lay elsewhere.

	Calypso hopped up onto the counter and laid on half of my notebook. [color=#DB7093]”Needy this morning,”[/color] I commented before petting her.

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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Home -- Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I examined the collar of my shirt in the bathroom mirror. Up, down, up, down. Down. I tucked it under my jacket collar before slipping on my rings and watch. Behind me, the noises of my bedroom guests signalled they were finally waking. I walked back into the bedroom.

	[color=#006400]”[i]Bonjour[/i],”[/color] I greeted. [color=#006400][i]”Restez aussi longtemps que vous le souhaitez. Mon équipe verra à vos besoins.”[/i][/color] I got sleepy smiles and nods of acknowledgement before I left my room and proceeded through my home.
It was one of several I owned worldwide and probably my least favourite. I hated America, but there was a great deal of entertainment here. And a long-lost friend.

	I walked out of my house after greeting my staff by name and informing them of my house guests. They were allowed to stay for as long as they wanted, as long as they were gone before I returned. I didn’t mind sharing what was mine, but I disliked people who overstayed their welcome. My generosity only extended so far.

	I slipped on my sunglasses after I stepped outside. I slid into the driver's seat of my [url=https://image-cdn.hypb.st/https%3A%2F%2Fhypebeast.com%2Fimage%2F2023%2F05%2Faston-martin-dbs-770-ultimate-test-drive-review-coupe-1.jpg?cbr=1&q=90]Aston Martin DBS[/url] and turned it over. It purred to life, and I grinned before I pulled down the drive and opened it up on the main road, heading for ‘Mystic Dream’.

[hider=Translations]Stay as long as you wish. My staff will see to your needs.[/hider]