Moxie noticed how he was taking her in, saw him examine her small hands. She shrugged it off though, guessing it was because her hands were webbed. She gave a soft smile and a small nod as she softly touched his hand flipping it over to examine his palm. His hands were the exact opposite of her own, instead of being soft and delicate, his were rough with scars and cuts on them. His hands were that of a man who worked hard at what he did. Being a knight she supposed it was a typical hand, and although they were worn they seemed reliable. His hands were so much larger then her own, it was as if a man was holding a small child's hand. She never noticed how small she really was, until compared to a larger person. She gave a soft laugh at the difference, then went on to examine his palm.
She delicately traced the head line, which extended from his first finger to his smallest finger, tracing it slowly down and noticing the direction of its path. It was short and straight, telling her that he preferred structure and physical accomplishments. There was a small cross, which denotes that he had an emotional crisis in his life as well. Moxie made a small noise at that, a little "hmm" coming from her lips as she continued her observation of his palm.
His life line went in a somewhat semicircle in front of his thumb, as she casually traced it, feeling the rough texture under her soft and delicate touch. The line swooped in a semi-circle, which meant that he was full of life and energy, and also that he was enthusiastic. Though as she examined the line closer, she noticed a small break in the line, denoting that there will soon be some life changes for this man. She gave a soft and almost inaudible sigh, and continued stroking his palm.
The fate line went from between the first and second finger, heading down towards his wrist. The line started at the base of his palm, which meant he was in the public eye often, that of course is his job at the moment. Though as she inspected it further there were a few breaks, telling her external forces will soon be intervening in his future.
The last line that the small Konti woman always waited to read was the heart line. It seemed that love was abundant in all humans, whether they chose to see it or not. She looked up at the man towering before her, giving him a soft smile as she started tracing the heart line back and forth softly, then looking back down to see what his palm said to her.
The heart line was slightly wavy, with a small break, though deep. He had loved someone once and they had left him, maybe he lost her, she could not really tell. Though she could tell that he had lost a love.
Moxie still held his hand in hers, brushing it softly, and then cleared her throat letting his hand drop back to his side. She inhaled softly, looking up at him, "It is not always clear, sometimes it a riddle, the lines can be tricksters." Moxie tried to explain in common to the man, she had left her set of tarot cards with her mother, though palm reading was just as much a riddle as the cards, it was never always accurate. She was trying to explain to the man that it speaks in riddles at times, that she did not want him to think she was a liar, just trying to be honest. Some people had a hard time accepting what she said. "You a strong man, physical excretion makes you feel... accomplished. In past some emotional...troubles.. happened. Future, outside forces may hinder you. You have lost a love though, and it still... hurts. Moxie explained the best she could what she saw, "You will find love...again. Though in unlikely place.. Not always the love we seek, is what we get, we surprise by it." Moxie said softly, still looking down, then a small smile graced her lips as she looked up. "You strong.. accomplish many things in life.. if you want. You will have trials as many do.. but you keep working.." Moxie grabbed his hand and softly stroked his palm, pointing out the rough texture to him, "working.. hard.. you can be great man. With a great love. Though something.. or someone... or maybe yourself can get in the way of that." Moxie explained, letting go of his hand once more and taking a small step back, trying to give the man his space. She knew she was standing too close, it was a habit of hers. So she backed away, and looked down at her hands waiting for any questions that he may of had. Maybe what she said was something he did not want to hear, and he would storm off. She understood, people sometimes do not realize something they could of guessed themselves. It was true she possessed a gift, as many Konti women do. Though dreaming of people was of no use to her at the moment, she rarely remembered to write anything down. Fortune telling was a way to express and tell people things that do not want to hear or know, maybe even open their eyes to things they kept them closed to. Sometimes it ended in a good way, other times it did not. So Moxie gave the man his space as he took it all in, waiting patiently, giving him his space and time.
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