Daybreak
"Let's see, then. Present situation- the High Priestess. How interesting. Veiled secrecy, or a hidden power. Be alert for something out of the mundane ordinary. For present desires, we have the eight of wands. Swift and decisive actions, which clear away the negative energies. You will not be in want for long. For the unexpected we have
the eight of cups. Beware of lethargy. When the time comes, you must take action. The hierophant for your immediate future
interesting. This is a mentor who will teach you their ways, in the hope that you will support their ways, and perhaps even join their cause. Your outcome
the six of wands. A spiritual breakthrough, and the achievement of your goals."
"Well, that's a positive sign. Nothing here is outright negative," observed Blaine, looking at the cards.
"Indeed," she said, leaning over to pick up her magazine. "I don't think you could have asked for a better outcome. If you'd like, you can come back later for a Celtic Cross reading. It looks even deeper into the future, and it's only fifteen dollars more."
"Maybe later," said Blaine, too polite to cry outrage at the price. Her simple readings were costly enough. "Thanks again, Madame Ella."
"No problem, m'dear," she said, not bothering to look up from the article she was reading as he walked toward the door. "I am always happy to help you pierce the veil of the ether."
Blaine stopped a few feet from the door. He could almost swear he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. A small, dark black cloud, yet almost transparent, which jerked about like an object on a string. Blaine looked around the shop, but he could see nothing other than the glint of cheap candles. "Must've been a trick of the light," he muttered, with a shrug.
"Well, that's a positive sign. Nothing here is outright negative," observed Blaine, looking at the cards.
"Indeed," she said, leaning over to pick up her magazine. "I don't think you could have asked for a better outcome. If you'd like, you can come back later for a Celtic Cross reading. It looks even deeper into the future, and it's only fifteen dollars more."
"Maybe later," said Blaine, too polite to cry outrage at the price. Her simple readings were costly enough. "Thanks again, Madame Ella."
"No problem, m'dear," she said, not bothering to look up from the article she was reading as he walked toward the door. "I am always happy to help you pierce the veil of the ether."
Blaine stopped a few feet from the door. He could almost swear he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. A small, dark black cloud, yet almost transparent, which jerked about like an object on a string. Blaine looked around the shop, but he could see nothing other than the glint of cheap candles. "Must've been a trick of the light," he muttered, with a shrug.