Timestamp: 88th of Summer, 514 AV
Eselle set the kettle over the stove to boil. She was making tea for Dandi while she worked on a new deck of Tarot cards. Last the Konti had seen the Priestess was working on the suit of Wands. Without any prompting she felt today would be a good day, if only because wands were the topic of the day. The suit wands was generally a happy suit, one that inspired contemplation. Eselle toed back down the stairs to freshen the display case while she waited for the water to boil.
The Inner Eye was quiet yet, even the early morning sun was blocked by curtains giving the shop the eternal glow is mysticism. Eselle hadn’t worked here long but she found the peace enjoyable and the work not strenuous in the least. She slide the dust rag over the wood, there was no noticeable dirt but now there wouldn’t be next week either. The seer looked down over the hand-painted decks and the lovingly card gem runestones. They were beautiful in a way she had not seen on Mura, they style was so vibrant. There was an ephemeral beauty to the Konti and that translated into their art in Eselle’s opinion. The pastels were enchanting and haunting; a style all their own. These cards though, were wild and fierce, their colors splashed and clashing against each other. There was personality to them and perhaps someday Eselle would purchase one of Dandi’s decks to have a deck for different occasions. She smiled and headed back up the steps.
The Konti made a point of not dawdling in her employer’s living area, it wasn’t her business and she didn’t snoop. The only time she came up here is when the Priestess was hard at work and required refreshment or lunch. Eselle was an assistant and she had no problem with that. She lacked the artist abilities of her employer and had no experience with palm or crystal ball reading. She doubted either would be an avenue she would explore soon. With her tarot card reading growing in strength and understanding, she had begun to look towards two other sources of fortune; Augury and tea leaf reading. She had only began to notice omens and symbols in these two sources recently and had been working off instinct. In one case, the flight of birds had led her to meet the Benshiran man Hirem who had indeed needed her aid. There was something within these two sources to augment her fortune telling, of that she was certain but she had not yet found any resources to further her understanding.
Tiny fragments of tea escaped the silken bags as she placed them into the cups of boiling water she had poured. She had never heard of people sewing the tea into little silk pouches before but it was certainly easier than using a cloth to block the leaves. Not to the threading could be pulled out of one corner of the little pouch, emptied and clean so it could be used again. Eselle found the tiny floating fragments exciting, She would get another chance to read the tea leaves, to expand on her knowledge of the new art.
She carried the cups down stairs,, one for each them. As she took dainty steps to avoid undue noise and spilling the tea, she heard of the muffled noises of the outside world a stranger’s voice. A customer had come into the Inner Eye for a reading.
Eselle set the kettle over the stove to boil. She was making tea for Dandi while she worked on a new deck of Tarot cards. Last the Konti had seen the Priestess was working on the suit of Wands. Without any prompting she felt today would be a good day, if only because wands were the topic of the day. The suit wands was generally a happy suit, one that inspired contemplation. Eselle toed back down the stairs to freshen the display case while she waited for the water to boil.
The Inner Eye was quiet yet, even the early morning sun was blocked by curtains giving the shop the eternal glow is mysticism. Eselle hadn’t worked here long but she found the peace enjoyable and the work not strenuous in the least. She slide the dust rag over the wood, there was no noticeable dirt but now there wouldn’t be next week either. The seer looked down over the hand-painted decks and the lovingly card gem runestones. They were beautiful in a way she had not seen on Mura, they style was so vibrant. There was an ephemeral beauty to the Konti and that translated into their art in Eselle’s opinion. The pastels were enchanting and haunting; a style all their own. These cards though, were wild and fierce, their colors splashed and clashing against each other. There was personality to them and perhaps someday Eselle would purchase one of Dandi’s decks to have a deck for different occasions. She smiled and headed back up the steps.
The Konti made a point of not dawdling in her employer’s living area, it wasn’t her business and she didn’t snoop. The only time she came up here is when the Priestess was hard at work and required refreshment or lunch. Eselle was an assistant and she had no problem with that. She lacked the artist abilities of her employer and had no experience with palm or crystal ball reading. She doubted either would be an avenue she would explore soon. With her tarot card reading growing in strength and understanding, she had begun to look towards two other sources of fortune; Augury and tea leaf reading. She had only began to notice omens and symbols in these two sources recently and had been working off instinct. In one case, the flight of birds had led her to meet the Benshiran man Hirem who had indeed needed her aid. There was something within these two sources to augment her fortune telling, of that she was certain but she had not yet found any resources to further her understanding.
Tiny fragments of tea escaped the silken bags as she placed them into the cups of boiling water she had poured. She had never heard of people sewing the tea into little silk pouches before but it was certainly easier than using a cloth to block the leaves. Not to the threading could be pulled out of one corner of the little pouch, emptied and clean so it could be used again. Eselle found the tiny floating fragments exciting, She would get another chance to read the tea leaves, to expand on her knowledge of the new art.
She carried the cups down stairs,, one for each them. As she took dainty steps to avoid undue noise and spilling the tea, she heard of the muffled noises of the outside world a stranger’s voice. A customer had come into the Inner Eye for a reading.
