“Rich and beautiful? Do I need to tell you?” Amélie teased back. She straightened her back slightly as Lochlann moved to drink with her. She momentarily glanced at the hour on the wall. It wasn’t too early for an eager man, she supposed.
Amélie paused at Lochlann’s next question. She stayed still in surprise, or perhaps suspicion. Still, she did not starve him of an answer, “It does no hurt, unless you wish it to.”
She grinned for a long moment before elaborating, “People ask for fortunes through many mediums. Tarot cards, palm-reading, crystal balls, chicken bones… but they are more like, hmmm, fidget-spinners?”
It was rare to see such a ditzy look on Amélie.
“They help focus the spellcaster’s magic. Oh, no! It’s more like, like, telling a story through either a movie or a book. They can tell the same story but in totally different ways.”
Amélie quickly occupied her mouth with the rest of her sangria.
Amélie paused at Lochlann’s next question. She stayed still in surprise, or perhaps suspicion. Still, she did not starve him of an answer, “It does no hurt, unless you wish it to.”
She grinned for a long moment before elaborating, “People ask for fortunes through many mediums. Tarot cards, palm-reading, crystal balls, chicken bones… but they are more like, hmmm, fidget-spinners?”
It was rare to see such a ditzy look on Amélie.
“They help focus the spellcaster’s magic. Oh, no! It’s more like, like, telling a story through either a movie or a book. They can tell the same story but in totally different ways.”
Amélie quickly occupied her mouth with the rest of her sangria.
