Some bridges are meant to be burnt, some roads are never meant to be traveled again.
The market was abuzz with activity, more so than usual if one could believe that. It was this very reason Morrighan didn't spend much time around here - crowds weren't exactly her thing. There are several performers drawing groups near them, all being dramatic and doing the unthinkable. Personally she was most annoyed by the fire breathers as she hadn't quite yet tapped into any sort of fire magic of her own. Overall, it was over-the-top and many of the "tricks" could be explained by more careful observation. Yet, so many spectators fell for the game with their mouths dropping in awe. It made her eyes roll.
So what exactly brought someone like her here? In all honesty, she didn't exactly know. Typically she spent her time in the wilds exploring, but there was a pull here today that she couldn't explain. Almost as if there was an invisible rope wrapped around her neck that something - or someone - was pulling to force her forward.
Morrighan passed the moon carving in the center, but did a double take. Squinting her eyes at the monument, she realized she had seen this in a dream. There had also been this… strange mare that beckoned her forth, but before anything else happened, she had woken up. Was this a sign?
She snorted, not really wanting to believe any of this crap. Of course, it was this unexplainable shit that got her to the Night Court in the first place with her sign from Caligo. Maybe this was her doing too so she would see something - or Mor was just going crazy. Yet, the glint of something further down the path caught her eye and she noticed fire. Immediately she felt that invisible pull again and her hooves carried forward on the stone road.
The smell of wood smoke filled her lungs as she got closer and there was a sense of calm. The dancing flames had her mesmerized for a moment, but then her eyes locked onto a tent. It too looked strangely familiar, but she wondered if she should be following through with this. After all, what she was remembering was just a dream, so there was no way to know of what actually lied behind the curtain. Although, she felt pretty damn curious.
"Eh, screw it. It's not like I have anything to lose."
Mor let herself in, pushing the curtain aside with her nose. She got halfway inside when she noticed this was set up for a psychic. It had been hard to tell of her surroundings in the dream, but now things were much clearer. There were odd items everywhere, some more questionable than most. A single mare with striking silver eyes watched her come in - the one from her dream. Before she could say anything, the mare instructed her to sit and asked if she wanted to know what the cards said. Was that the whole reason her curiosity led her here?
There were a few seconds of silence before Morrighan let out a small laugh. "Sure, why not," she said to the mare, taking a seat but not letting herself get too comfortable. If this got weird, she was out of here.
Mor wasn't a stranger to psychic abilities and customs, though she hadn't partaken in any herself. What she at least knew about tarot cards was that you typically needed to think of a question you wanted to ask the cards. Something about putting specific energy in or something. She wasn't sure if she actually believed in any of it, but here she was, and the mare was waiting for something.
"Oh great mystical cards, what do you suppose I do next?"
It might be a vague question, but it was the only one she wanted an answer to. Plus, she was curious just how good of a mind-reader this mare was.
"Speaking."
So what exactly brought someone like her here? In all honesty, she didn't exactly know. Typically she spent her time in the wilds exploring, but there was a pull here today that she couldn't explain. Almost as if there was an invisible rope wrapped around her neck that something - or someone - was pulling to force her forward.
Morrighan passed the moon carving in the center, but did a double take. Squinting her eyes at the monument, she realized she had seen this in a dream. There had also been this… strange mare that beckoned her forth, but before anything else happened, she had woken up. Was this a sign?
She snorted, not really wanting to believe any of this crap. Of course, it was this unexplainable shit that got her to the Night Court in the first place with her sign from Caligo. Maybe this was her doing too so she would see something - or Mor was just going crazy. Yet, the glint of something further down the path caught her eye and she noticed fire. Immediately she felt that invisible pull again and her hooves carried forward on the stone road.
The smell of wood smoke filled her lungs as she got closer and there was a sense of calm. The dancing flames had her mesmerized for a moment, but then her eyes locked onto a tent. It too looked strangely familiar, but she wondered if she should be following through with this. After all, what she was remembering was just a dream, so there was no way to know of what actually lied behind the curtain. Although, she felt pretty damn curious.
"Eh, screw it. It's not like I have anything to lose."
Mor let herself in, pushing the curtain aside with her nose. She got halfway inside when she noticed this was set up for a psychic. It had been hard to tell of her surroundings in the dream, but now things were much clearer. There were odd items everywhere, some more questionable than most. A single mare with striking silver eyes watched her come in - the one from her dream. Before she could say anything, the mare instructed her to sit and asked if she wanted to know what the cards said. Was that the whole reason her curiosity led her here?
There were a few seconds of silence before Morrighan let out a small laugh. "Sure, why not," she said to the mare, taking a seat but not letting herself get too comfortable. If this got weird, she was out of here.
Mor wasn't a stranger to psychic abilities and customs, though she hadn't partaken in any herself. What she at least knew about tarot cards was that you typically needed to think of a question you wanted to ask the cards. Something about putting specific energy in or something. She wasn't sure if she actually believed in any of it, but here she was, and the mare was waiting for something.
"Oh great mystical cards, what do you suppose I do next?"
It might be a vague question, but it was the only one she wanted an answer to. Plus, she was curious just how good of a mind-reader this mare was.
