Continued from here.
Winter 17, 512 AV
Lucas was just working on a painting of a very strange creature with red skin, three eyes and horns (and no mouth!) as Mak’Viri entered the tent. He was concentrating so hard that he didn’t notice her until she stood before him. At first he didn’t really think much of her, but as her hood dropped that changed. His eyes widened, and he looked very excited. He had never talked to somebody like her before. Telling her fortune would be fun!
„Hello“, he greeted her and immediately put the half finished painting away. „Please sit down. Did you know that my teacher was a male Konti? He always wore a hood and pretended to be an old man to hide his freakiness.“ At least that was the conclusion that Lucas with his overactive imagination had drawn. In truth Anselm was just a boring old Nuit who didn’t want people to know that he was a Nuit (probably because they had prejudices against his race).
„It will cost you five silver mizas“, he replied while he arranged all his tools – bones, cards and such – on the table in front of him. „Although I could be persuaded to give you a free fortune telling if you answer a few questions I have about your race, like if you are all lesbians. What do you say?“
It was then that something occured to him, and he furrowed his brow. „Wait! Can’t Konti see the future? Why do you want me to tell you your fortune? Is something wrong with you?“
Winter 17, 512 AV
Lucas was just working on a painting of a very strange creature with red skin, three eyes and horns (and no mouth!) as Mak’Viri entered the tent. He was concentrating so hard that he didn’t notice her until she stood before him. At first he didn’t really think much of her, but as her hood dropped that changed. His eyes widened, and he looked very excited. He had never talked to somebody like her before. Telling her fortune would be fun!
„Hello“, he greeted her and immediately put the half finished painting away. „Please sit down. Did you know that my teacher was a male Konti? He always wore a hood and pretended to be an old man to hide his freakiness.“ At least that was the conclusion that Lucas with his overactive imagination had drawn. In truth Anselm was just a boring old Nuit who didn’t want people to know that he was a Nuit (probably because they had prejudices against his race).
„It will cost you five silver mizas“, he replied while he arranged all his tools – bones, cards and such – on the table in front of him. „Although I could be persuaded to give you a free fortune telling if you answer a few questions I have about your race, like if you are all lesbians. What do you say?“
It was then that something occured to him, and he furrowed his brow. „Wait! Can’t Konti see the future? Why do you want me to tell you your fortune? Is something wrong with you?“