11-01-2013, 05:55 PM
Though Claire was shorn quite close to her ears, she gave her head a shake and tossed wayward strands away from her eyes. It was half-habit and half-flirtatous; there wasn't a woman on the planet that didn't know just exactly when to toss her hair. Timed so playfully with a laugh, Claire even surprised herself at her mood. Perhaps the feeling of twining webs of destiny through her fingers that elevated her euphoria.
She turned and stopped Tony by brushing fingers across the side of his arm so he would turn her way. Where she looked him up and down, seemingly thoughtful. "One's future isn't so easy to discern," an ancient sort of voice corrected him gently as a wizened grandmother. There was something, however she could demonstrate. The fog lifted and the young woman that she was settled in her place.
"Turn out your pockets."
She put a hand on her hip, feigning impatience and speeding him along with a wave of the hand. "Come on, let's see."
Among the various general contents any man might carry, a patch of blue caught Claire's eye. The second she saw it, the glow of a bassinet rocked by a slender hand flickered in its shadow. Her eyes widened, and she looked up, meeting Tony's clear - if tired - blue gaze. "That belonged to your mom."
There were times when she saw images of great significance hovering like a shape in the fog around pieces, and Claire had no more guess as to their meaning than she could reach out and grab it. Those times drew on her creativity nurtured since birth to come up with a plausible story.
Other times, she knew exactly what it meant. Like now. It was kind of weird for a grown man to carry around a snippet of his mom's like it were some long-lost security blanket, but it had to mean something to him or else Claire wouldn't have seen its aura. So she refrained from teasing him about it.
She turned and stopped Tony by brushing fingers across the side of his arm so he would turn her way. Where she looked him up and down, seemingly thoughtful. "One's future isn't so easy to discern," an ancient sort of voice corrected him gently as a wizened grandmother. There was something, however she could demonstrate. The fog lifted and the young woman that she was settled in her place.
"Turn out your pockets."
She put a hand on her hip, feigning impatience and speeding him along with a wave of the hand. "Come on, let's see."
Among the various general contents any man might carry, a patch of blue caught Claire's eye. The second she saw it, the glow of a bassinet rocked by a slender hand flickered in its shadow. Her eyes widened, and she looked up, meeting Tony's clear - if tired - blue gaze. "That belonged to your mom."
There were times when she saw images of great significance hovering like a shape in the fog around pieces, and Claire had no more guess as to their meaning than she could reach out and grab it. Those times drew on her creativity nurtured since birth to come up with a plausible story.
Other times, she knew exactly what it meant. Like now. It was kind of weird for a grown man to carry around a snippet of his mom's like it were some long-lost security blanket, but it had to mean something to him or else Claire wouldn't have seen its aura. So she refrained from teasing him about it.