Zantair shook hands with the Konti (who he thought was most definetly a weird human), who he assumed was called Chaktawe, a minor misinterpretation, but something that would surely be corrected. Her expression had puzzled him, and it seemed like she had seen something, or felt something. Her head was cocked to the side which with slight mimicry Zantair responded the same way, bending his neck to the side; he was attempting to understand, as if copying the motions might help him reveal what was behind the strange thing before him. he was temporarily reminded of a dream, the ever changing shape-filled mass that seemed to revolve. It the thought quickly dissipated. His hand removed from hers as she began her own assualt of speech.
"What were you saying? Oh! A job. Did you already mention that? Perhaps, perhaps. Let us see what the cards have to say.."
"Ah, Yes, a job. Yes I did. Your going to tell my fortune for a J--?" Zantair paused, quite confused and flustered, the weird looking woman was far more erratic then he was. The thought scared him; he often liked to think of himself as the strangest person in Spires, and this woman had quickly proved him wrong. Zantair shook his head briefly to gather his thoughts letting her ramble on as he followed her, walking straight into the cloth room.
Upon entering the room seemed to be filled with colours, not in a distasteful way, but it gave the place life and an air of mystery. Zantair paused to scratch his arm, a small nervous antic as he was trying to prevent the compelling motion to leave as quickly as possible. His nerves seemed to never let go as he felt a strange version of stage fright, as he figured HE would be the one doing the fortune.
Zantair carefully sat himself on the mat, shuffling himself into a comfortable position. He slowed his breathing and then looked at her cards, deciding it best to ignore them and use his own, which seemed to be in a much better condition then hers were anyway. He slid her deck to the side and lifted his own to visibility, pulling them from where they were kept. He let his mind go blank focusing on the woman. Chaktawe... Chaktawe... The name he assumed was hers resounded in his head as he shuffled the cards, spreading them out and then sliding them back together. He looked at her once more before placing his own deck into the center on his end of the table.
"We shall see what we can see..."
He lifted the first card from the deck, placing it infront of him face down, followed by two more. Each carefully plucked from the deck so as not to let any of the other cards spill over onto the table.
"These three cards will tell me something of your past, your present and your future. Each in succession, and each with a viable precision. I shall begin with your past," Zantair paused for effect, before lifting the first card turning it over. "Your past reveals the six of swords, you were running from something, perhaps you still are, but you began anew, that I can reveal at least. I wonder what it is you were running from Chaktawe?" Zantair stopped allowing her time to respond if she felt she must before continuing.
Zantair paused as he lifted the tarot card, it didn't take him much as he new that when a swords began a set, he often found more swords followed.
"What do you fear Chaktawe?" Zantair slipped over what he thought was the woman's name, "You have been given the seven of wands, this shows the value of both strength and fear, a combination of the two. You should control the fear, for it is both your strength and weakness..." Again, Zantair paused allowing time for a response if necessary.
"Your future belies death, it shows a change, it is more commonly associated with movement or a change of opinion, again, I do not know exactly, but a great change will occur in your future of that, I can be sure." Zantair finally finished speaking, his calm and well-paced voice, odd compared to the original conversation speed when he entered into Particles of the Past. He breathed out slowly, and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples slightly. He had left the cards on the table, still spread out.
"That is what the cards have told me, you have an air of mystery around you for a human..."
by Zantair on March 25th, 2013, 3:59 pm 
