Chance Meetings

I found her, or she found me, being as I’m never really sure which is which, near the Great Fountain, I on my way to a nearby café for a drink of something hot.

She looked different this time, her clothing wrought with richness, but that was not the only change I could see. She was different.. on the inside.

There are those non believers that are turned with the mere touch of a card. I sometimes suspect that what they see in the faded the faded rence is far more than what I can see at times. She offered to buy my warm drink and I accepted, knowing that it wasn’t my pleasant personality she wished to pick at. She wanted confirmation. That was something I could understand.

We moved to the back, near the kitchen wall, where it would be warm and we would have a measure of privacy for the reading.

Reading the cards is sometimes as eye opening for me as for the person I’m reading for, and I have become adept at reading the person I’m reading for. When the reading was over she seemed as confused as she had when we started. I think the most tell tale sign was the card that could deliver poverty.

She was looking past me to a table near the front of the café, where I recognized the two men she was trying not to stare at, she telling me that one of the men had been her companion, and one her partner.

A slave invited us to their table and we accepted. Emotions were tangible by all parties, politeness did not lack.

I introduced myself, learning her name as well. Zennenia.

It seems that intrigue boils and bubbles all around me, even though I try to steer clear of such emotional eclipses. I have had enough excitement in my life to last forever, much preferring the quiet days spent with my daughter. However, I fear there is a storm brewing just beyond the horizon. Something that will forever change me. A change that will rip the very breath from my body.

There are times that even I fear the uncertainties of a future that I can’t quite comprehend.