10-23-2018, 01:48 AM
Tobias started blabbering on again, calling her reckless and careless; no doubt he had more admonishments on his tongue, but the ever vivacious Mikhail had finally come back to the suite with two guests in tow. A regal, older gentleman and the most peculiar female on his arm. The man looked like the type to hire out escorts to fill his otherwise boring night, although the woman did not look the type. This woman looked interesting, to say the least. Clearly, someone that had grown up idolizing witches or other women of the Moon… Someone Rowan would be friends with.
Mik gave Rowan a deep kiss, leaving her hungry for more. He wouldn’t have the whole buffet anytime soon, but he certainly knew how to push her buttons. Perhaps she’d let him have a few free samples after this little soiree, but that was a thought for later. Rowan had virtue and self-respect to maintain, despite the kisses and ass grabs, she wouldn’t be indulging Mikhail too deeply in front of their guests… Still… She thought of having one of the help prepare her bedroom for the ‘nightcap.’
She was getting ahead of herself.
Tobias and Asha’s moods took a visible swing in the wrong direction at the entrance of the two newcomers. Curious.
Rowan walked up to the two as they entered the suite; tarot cards in one hand, she used the other to pull her long maxi-dress into a deep curtsy, inclining her head in the process. True, it was a grand gesture, but something about these two made Rowan think that they might prefer a ‘courtly greeting.’ It was all in the air in which they carried themselves.
“Ah, as Mikhail so eloquently put, my name is Rowan Finnegan, Voodoo Queen of Greater Moscow,” She spoke in Russian with a smooth tongue and perfect accent, “Welcome to The Bottom of the Cup Café. I have a… sixth sense, shall we say? And it told me that two very interesting people have stumbled into my humble establishment… Appears that my third eye was right?”
Rowan raised her head and looked upon the older gentleman. She made eye contact with him and almost immediately she found her entire body covered in goosebumps, the sounds of slaughter, screams, and maniacal laughter filled her head. This man could conjure magic; the ethereal sounds in her head confirming that. Powerful too. Rowan swayed on the spot.
The tarot cards slipped from her hand as her body wobbled; 78 cards tumbling into the air and beginning to swirl around the three of them. The divination tool had begun to act upon its own accord, Rowan not using any type of magic to make them behave so. It was the first time they had reacted that way and she found herself gazing upon them with shock.
For the first time in her life, Rowan was speechless.
Twirling and swirling, the cards danced in a sort of counter-clockwise orbit, their faces turned away from her. Faster and faster they spun, almost making Rowan sick to look upon them. Her mouth hung open in fascination at the display.
A loud clap sounded in the room as 72 cards dropped unceremoniously to the ground. 3 cards floated before the man, and 3 more before the woman.
“Auspicious… The cards are acting on their own… They have never… Two very important people it seems…”
With a pass of her hand, Rowan turned the man’s cards to face her with a flow of Air.
“The Chariot, The Devil, and The Emperor…” Rowan gasped, “Bleek darkness clouds your path, sir. A strong will and determination over your convictions. A solid foundation and domineering authority will serve you well…The future remains in your control so long as you keep a tight fist on the events presented to you… Curious. You can Channel of course… But that darkness. Be careful. The future is ever changing. It seems fate does not know what to do with you.”
Rowan shivered despite herself before turning to the woman. She heard nothing when gazing upon this other, interesting figure. Even though Rowan was divining, she found herself wishing to go shopping with this woman, or perhaps even calling the Quarters. If her outfit was to be any judge, they would have a lot in common. Rowan adjusted the fringed shawl at the crook of her elbows before casting another spell of Air to spin the cards.
“Temperance, Death, and The High Priestess… You are at the precipice of change, my dear lady; Moderation would serve you well in the days to come… Patience as well… Things are not as they appear. Find your own truth, for everything in your life is now changing. Find your inner truth… Find that which you will fight for… Intuition and the Sacred Mysteries will serve you well on your path, although I feel that you may be privy to secrets that others would kill for… Indeed, I feel a kinship with you. Can you read the cards as well? Or perhaps you divine the future through other methods?”
Curious indeed.
The 6 cards dropped unceremoniously to the ground as Rowan finished her reading.
Rowan spun Air about at her feet by tracing out a Veve in the air with her finger. The 78 cards swirling again from the ground and sorted themselves into her outstretched left hand, Air pulling her joint from the table and back into her right hand. Rowan took a long puff of the thing before offering it to the two new guests.
She cocked an eyebrow at the pair and asked, “Two very interesting readings for two very interesting looking people. Might I ask your names? And whether or not I can offer refreshments or food? As you can see, I have quite the spread set up and a full drink cart free of charge. We believe in taking care of our patrons here at the Bottom of the Cup café. Anything in the world you want is yours… Within reason, of course. I have money and magic, but even I can only do so much.”
Rowan smiled sweetly at the pair, batting doe eyes at them.
Mik gave Rowan a deep kiss, leaving her hungry for more. He wouldn’t have the whole buffet anytime soon, but he certainly knew how to push her buttons. Perhaps she’d let him have a few free samples after this little soiree, but that was a thought for later. Rowan had virtue and self-respect to maintain, despite the kisses and ass grabs, she wouldn’t be indulging Mikhail too deeply in front of their guests… Still… She thought of having one of the help prepare her bedroom for the ‘nightcap.’
She was getting ahead of herself.
Tobias and Asha’s moods took a visible swing in the wrong direction at the entrance of the two newcomers. Curious.
Rowan walked up to the two as they entered the suite; tarot cards in one hand, she used the other to pull her long maxi-dress into a deep curtsy, inclining her head in the process. True, it was a grand gesture, but something about these two made Rowan think that they might prefer a ‘courtly greeting.’ It was all in the air in which they carried themselves.
“Ah, as Mikhail so eloquently put, my name is Rowan Finnegan, Voodoo Queen of Greater Moscow,” She spoke in Russian with a smooth tongue and perfect accent, “Welcome to The Bottom of the Cup Café. I have a… sixth sense, shall we say? And it told me that two very interesting people have stumbled into my humble establishment… Appears that my third eye was right?”
Rowan raised her head and looked upon the older gentleman. She made eye contact with him and almost immediately she found her entire body covered in goosebumps, the sounds of slaughter, screams, and maniacal laughter filled her head. This man could conjure magic; the ethereal sounds in her head confirming that. Powerful too. Rowan swayed on the spot.
The tarot cards slipped from her hand as her body wobbled; 78 cards tumbling into the air and beginning to swirl around the three of them. The divination tool had begun to act upon its own accord, Rowan not using any type of magic to make them behave so. It was the first time they had reacted that way and she found herself gazing upon them with shock.
For the first time in her life, Rowan was speechless.
Twirling and swirling, the cards danced in a sort of counter-clockwise orbit, their faces turned away from her. Faster and faster they spun, almost making Rowan sick to look upon them. Her mouth hung open in fascination at the display.
A loud clap sounded in the room as 72 cards dropped unceremoniously to the ground. 3 cards floated before the man, and 3 more before the woman.
“Auspicious… The cards are acting on their own… They have never… Two very important people it seems…”
With a pass of her hand, Rowan turned the man’s cards to face her with a flow of Air.
“The Chariot, The Devil, and The Emperor…” Rowan gasped, “Bleek darkness clouds your path, sir. A strong will and determination over your convictions. A solid foundation and domineering authority will serve you well…The future remains in your control so long as you keep a tight fist on the events presented to you… Curious. You can Channel of course… But that darkness. Be careful. The future is ever changing. It seems fate does not know what to do with you.”
Rowan shivered despite herself before turning to the woman. She heard nothing when gazing upon this other, interesting figure. Even though Rowan was divining, she found herself wishing to go shopping with this woman, or perhaps even calling the Quarters. If her outfit was to be any judge, they would have a lot in common. Rowan adjusted the fringed shawl at the crook of her elbows before casting another spell of Air to spin the cards.
“Temperance, Death, and The High Priestess… You are at the precipice of change, my dear lady; Moderation would serve you well in the days to come… Patience as well… Things are not as they appear. Find your own truth, for everything in your life is now changing. Find your inner truth… Find that which you will fight for… Intuition and the Sacred Mysteries will serve you well on your path, although I feel that you may be privy to secrets that others would kill for… Indeed, I feel a kinship with you. Can you read the cards as well? Or perhaps you divine the future through other methods?”
Curious indeed.
The 6 cards dropped unceremoniously to the ground as Rowan finished her reading.
Rowan spun Air about at her feet by tracing out a Veve in the air with her finger. The 78 cards swirling again from the ground and sorted themselves into her outstretched left hand, Air pulling her joint from the table and back into her right hand. Rowan took a long puff of the thing before offering it to the two new guests.
She cocked an eyebrow at the pair and asked, “Two very interesting readings for two very interesting looking people. Might I ask your names? And whether or not I can offer refreshments or food? As you can see, I have quite the spread set up and a full drink cart free of charge. We believe in taking care of our patrons here at the Bottom of the Cup café. Anything in the world you want is yours… Within reason, of course. I have money and magic, but even I can only do so much.”
Rowan smiled sweetly at the pair, batting doe eyes at them.