24th of Winter 518 AV
After a couple given days to think about her apprenticeship, Dev’Ania was ready to return to the Lonely Shack. She knew she would have a more stressful, role, but it would arise later. For now, she would stick to the basics of the great, interesting skill of fortune telling.
Dev woke from her peaceful sleep, got ready for the day, and left her apartment. She made her way through the city, into the Alheas Park, in search of the Lonely Shack. She had partially remembered what Cala mentioned at the end of their last meeting, Something about the shack being in a different location? Maybe Dev’Ania should have listened closer. How is a building able to appear in different locations? The world of magic forever interested the Konti girl.
She walked through the forest, the morning sky showing above the roofs of trees. It wasn’t long until she found the shack, much to her relief. Entering the shack, floor creaking beneath her, she called out for the old woman. There was silence. Dev’Ania approached the backroom, walking through the colorful fabrics that were hung up. Cala sat at her small table, pipe in her hand, puffs of smoke around her. Her snake like features were more prominent in the old woman today. Her glistening, wrinkled skin showing on her hands and face.
“Hello, dear. I have been expecting you back.” Cala took a puff of smoke from the pipe before setting it down on the table. After a small cough, she continued to speak, “Come sit, dear.” The old Dhani woman gestured for Dev'Ania to take a seat across from her. Dev's slim body slid onto the small wooden chair with her legs crossed comfortably.
A candle, sat centered on the table, dimly lit the tiny room. In front of the old woman sat a small adorned box. Splashes of the colors purple and black covered the box, accompanied by patterns of various shapes and designs. Cala pushed over the small box, nodding for Dev'Ania to open it. “It is a gift from me to you,” Cala said. The Konti promptly opened the box, a smile spread across her face. Inside the box, contained a deck of purple tarot cards, each lined with golden patterns.
Dev'Ania pulled the cards close to her heart, expressing her appreciation for the gift. She immediately became excited.“Thank you so much, Cala. These are beautiful.” The young woman laid the cards out on the clothed table. “These are so beautiful, I can't thank you enough.”
The smoking pipe back in her mouth, the Dhani woman gave a slight grin. Dev flipped through the cards, admiring their elaborate designs and artwork.
“I will need to show you how to read them and the meaning of each card. It is very important to become acquainted with your cards to become more connected with them. You will need to transfer your energy from within, to form a connection with your cards.”
WC: 502
Dev woke from her peaceful sleep, got ready for the day, and left her apartment. She made her way through the city, into the Alheas Park, in search of the Lonely Shack. She had partially remembered what Cala mentioned at the end of their last meeting, Something about the shack being in a different location? Maybe Dev’Ania should have listened closer. How is a building able to appear in different locations? The world of magic forever interested the Konti girl.
She walked through the forest, the morning sky showing above the roofs of trees. It wasn’t long until she found the shack, much to her relief. Entering the shack, floor creaking beneath her, she called out for the old woman. There was silence. Dev’Ania approached the backroom, walking through the colorful fabrics that were hung up. Cala sat at her small table, pipe in her hand, puffs of smoke around her. Her snake like features were more prominent in the old woman today. Her glistening, wrinkled skin showing on her hands and face.
“Hello, dear. I have been expecting you back.” Cala took a puff of smoke from the pipe before setting it down on the table. After a small cough, she continued to speak, “Come sit, dear.” The old Dhani woman gestured for Dev'Ania to take a seat across from her. Dev's slim body slid onto the small wooden chair with her legs crossed comfortably.
A candle, sat centered on the table, dimly lit the tiny room. In front of the old woman sat a small adorned box. Splashes of the colors purple and black covered the box, accompanied by patterns of various shapes and designs. Cala pushed over the small box, nodding for Dev'Ania to open it. “It is a gift from me to you,” Cala said. The Konti promptly opened the box, a smile spread across her face. Inside the box, contained a deck of purple tarot cards, each lined with golden patterns.
Dev'Ania pulled the cards close to her heart, expressing her appreciation for the gift. She immediately became excited.“Thank you so much, Cala. These are beautiful.” The young woman laid the cards out on the clothed table. “These are so beautiful, I can't thank you enough.”
The smoking pipe back in her mouth, the Dhani woman gave a slight grin. Dev flipped through the cards, admiring their elaborate designs and artwork.
“I will need to show you how to read them and the meaning of each card. It is very important to become acquainted with your cards to become more connected with them. You will need to transfer your energy from within, to form a connection with your cards.”
WC: 502
