Late afternoon of the 23rd of Fall, 517 AV
Rohka picked up her mug and gulped it down, the freshness of the cool lake water soothing her tired throat. She’d been talking non-stop for too long. The candle at her table flickered, melting the wax further down its slender form, pooling at the bottom of the wooden plate. There was about a half a bell left until it burned out and completed her time. The sibyl stifled a yawn and picked up her quill with her unbroken hand—her other one still limp and numb in a sling—itching to materialize the images that formed and vanished repeatedly in her mind. She’d been wanting to draw something this entire day and hadn’t gotten the chance to do so. People had been coming in to see her, which was nice, and it meant that she was starting to make an impression. She could tell that Grayson was glad for the increase in customers too, with the way he’d started to talk,
“Oh that? She’s a fortune teller… Yea, I don’t care for it much myself, but it’s entertainment nonetheless… Oh, you just go up to her… Uh she’s doing it for free as long as you’re drinkin’ or eatin’ here. She says she can help you figure out how to get rich, too… Yea I know, it’s crazy.”
Rohka had never claimed that last part. For some reason, Grayson thought it would help entice patrons into staying longer. It did seem to pique people’s interest in her, though.
Her last partner waved goodbye, rushing out the door in front. Her table was right by the entrance to make it easy for people to see her when they came in, and to leave quickly if they needed to, in case things got emotional. The redheaded Svefra though was apparently just late for work at the Docks, and was excited to apply her new insights to her coworkers. They’d talked for more than a bell about her life and her dreams and Roh was glad to have helped in some small way.
Truthfully however, the entire time she’d talked to the woman, Rohka felt kind of… alone. She thought it was a silly thing to feel, especially knowing that she had people to chat with if she wanted to - Vanessa, Grayson, Lelia, to name a few - but it was an oddly empty feeling that she couldn’t allow herself to find words to analyze. She put down her pen and quickly shuffled her deck with her one good hand, cutting it into threes and stacking them on top of each other for a good twenty or so ticks. It was harder to shuffle the deck with just one hand, but she’d made it work, despite the longer process. The sibyl then picked up the top card, flipped it over, and asked the Gods why it was that she was feeling this way.
In her palm was a fire card with a knight atop a rearing horse. Whispers of the words ‘impatient’, ‘adventure’, ‘action’ came rushing through her spirit, reassuring her that it was a feeling that she needn’t worry about. If she wanted to bring more into her life, she needed to create it—and if that meant trying new ways to create adventure and friendship in her life, so be it.
Just then, a man yelled from outside the door. She couldn’t see who it was or what was happening,
“Oi watch where you’re going, shykehead!”
Rohka picked up her mug and gulped it down, the freshness of the cool lake water soothing her tired throat. She’d been talking non-stop for too long. The candle at her table flickered, melting the wax further down its slender form, pooling at the bottom of the wooden plate. There was about a half a bell left until it burned out and completed her time. The sibyl stifled a yawn and picked up her quill with her unbroken hand—her other one still limp and numb in a sling—itching to materialize the images that formed and vanished repeatedly in her mind. She’d been wanting to draw something this entire day and hadn’t gotten the chance to do so. People had been coming in to see her, which was nice, and it meant that she was starting to make an impression. She could tell that Grayson was glad for the increase in customers too, with the way he’d started to talk,
“Oh that? She’s a fortune teller… Yea, I don’t care for it much myself, but it’s entertainment nonetheless… Oh, you just go up to her… Uh she’s doing it for free as long as you’re drinkin’ or eatin’ here. She says she can help you figure out how to get rich, too… Yea I know, it’s crazy.”
Rohka had never claimed that last part. For some reason, Grayson thought it would help entice patrons into staying longer. It did seem to pique people’s interest in her, though.
Her last partner waved goodbye, rushing out the door in front. Her table was right by the entrance to make it easy for people to see her when they came in, and to leave quickly if they needed to, in case things got emotional. The redheaded Svefra though was apparently just late for work at the Docks, and was excited to apply her new insights to her coworkers. They’d talked for more than a bell about her life and her dreams and Roh was glad to have helped in some small way.
Truthfully however, the entire time she’d talked to the woman, Rohka felt kind of… alone. She thought it was a silly thing to feel, especially knowing that she had people to chat with if she wanted to - Vanessa, Grayson, Lelia, to name a few - but it was an oddly empty feeling that she couldn’t allow herself to find words to analyze. She put down her pen and quickly shuffled her deck with her one good hand, cutting it into threes and stacking them on top of each other for a good twenty or so ticks. It was harder to shuffle the deck with just one hand, but she’d made it work, despite the longer process. The sibyl then picked up the top card, flipped it over, and asked the Gods why it was that she was feeling this way.
In her palm was a fire card with a knight atop a rearing horse. Whispers of the words ‘impatient’, ‘adventure’, ‘action’ came rushing through her spirit, reassuring her that it was a feeling that she needn’t worry about. If she wanted to bring more into her life, she needed to create it—and if that meant trying new ways to create adventure and friendship in her life, so be it.
Just then, a man yelled from outside the door. She couldn’t see who it was or what was happening,
“Oi watch where you’re going, shykehead!”