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[color=C284AB][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch.
[color=C284AB][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Khalida [@Benzaiten]
[color=C284AB][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Enchantment, Abjuration & Divination
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[color=dimgray]Manon had to admit to herself that she was still getting used to how things were done here in the States. Having been throughout Europe, the way celebrations were organized, especially among witches, were different. And each country had its own way of doing things. However, she had chosen America for a reason. The political climate here was... challenging to describe. If there was one place that could use some aid in ensuring things ran smoothly and that relations with the rest of the world were maintained, it was here in Shipden Peak.

Manon had only been here a short while, but she already fell into step with how things were. Did she enjoy sharing a home with others she did not know? Not really. In college, she could afford her own student house (with the help of her parents). She wasn't used to living with others. It wasn't bad per se. They had their quirks about them. And she was sure the others found her irritating. She wasn't here to be best friends with anyone. She was here to help. Sometimes that meant saying what you mean, even if feelings got hurt.

The celebration was beautiful, she had to admit. Whoever had put it together did a great job. She would have to commend them. While Manon did not have any light or dark spells to offer, she did help herself to some of the food. It was hearty and filling. She was used to light, delicate means growing up. That was another thing she enjoyed about traveling. Culture impacted food. And food was always a way to connect with someone else.

Manon wandered around, unsure of how to busy herself. She opted out of going back home less she look like she was a recluse. But she didn't really know anyone here that she could converse with. There were some she saw more in passing and some she was intrigued to get to know, but during this celebration was not the best time.

Eventually, Manon found herself outside of a tent. The sign had an upside-down V on it and two words. Fortune Teller. To the average person, even with magic in the world, they may not readily believe that fortunes could be told. She dabbled in Divination herself, though she doubted her abilities transcended to telling the future. Curiosity got the better of her as she set foot inside.[/color]

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[color=dimgray]Khalida looked up as she picked up the cards from the last reading. She motioned for the woman to take a seat as she began to split the deck in half, put it together and split it in half again. [color=bc8dbf]"Are you sure you want your fortune read? I can not provide you with clear answers, I will not take questions and you may not be satisfied by what I provide."[/color] Manon was taken aback a bit. The girl could not be much older than 12 or 13, yet she commanded authority. Manon nodded her head, [color=C284AB]"Oui, yes."[/color] Once Khalida had Manon's consent to read her fortune under the stated conditions, the girl began to shuffle the cards. After precisely thirty seconds, she spread them out in front of the witch, cards face-down. [color=bc8dbf]"Please, pick three cards"[/color], Khalida said as she leaned back into her chair for a minute.

Manon gazed at the cards in front of her. Did she quickly pick them or choose carefully? 

The watchful eyes of the young girl followed Manon's hands as the woman picked her first card and turned it around. [color=bc8dbf]"The Treasure Hoard."[/color] Khalida leaned forward. It was a promising card she had not had show up for a while. Maybe luck was turning? [color=bc8dbf]"The Headsman"[/color], she commented on the second card Manon had chosen. This card was neutral. It could fall on either side of the sword. And lastly, Manona picked - [color=bc8dbf]"The Sword."[/color] What a fitting conclusion to such a reading.

Khalida looked at Manon for a second before she raised her hand above the cards and waited for the familiar glow to emit from them. [color=bc8dbf]"Laws and rules are bendable, as I am sure you have tested before"[/color], Khalida began her reading. [color=bc8dbf]"You will be met with a choice. It may be easy to dodge at first glimpse but there are treasures far greater than jewels and gold if you remember to pause. The choice is yours but the gift awaiting you favors the lawful path. You will know what to do when you meet the knight."[/color]

Khalida pulled her hand back and gave Manon a soft, reassuring smile before the woman left her tent. At last, a solely positive reading.

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[color=dimgray]Manon left the tent and felt the cool, outside air hit her face. She could not easily hide the smile she had. The fortune appeared to be positive and, if the girl was to be believed, Manon was in for some good luck. Manon's mind wandered. Who was the knight? What would the choice be? 

The sky filled with the light from the Evocation spells. Manon, content, made her way towards the fire, where other witches gathered. Perhaps she should converse with some of the others. It was the perfect night for it.[/color]