Alys Glasse
The appearance of a familiar face might have surprised others, but to Alys, it was simply a welcome homecoming. "Hello, Poppy," she said with a smile, shuffling her cards and stowing them in a neat pile before her. It had been years since she'd last seen her cousin, and it seemed that time had been kind to them both. She hoped so, anyway. Poppy looked well, and that was all she could really ask for.
"Which of these decks call to you?" she asked, gesturing to the little piles before her. There were two decks arrayed neatly before the seer: one, bright and airy, with alluring artwork and a welcoming feel; another, dark and moody, that beckoned and enticed with a promise to expose one's deepest emotions. "Or, if neither of these appeals, I have others that might be better suited."
"Which of these decks call to you?" she asked, gesturing to the little piles before her. There were two decks arrayed neatly before the seer: one, bright and airy, with alluring artwork and a welcoming feel; another, dark and moody, that beckoned and enticed with a promise to expose one's deepest emotions. "Or, if neither of these appeals, I have others that might be better suited."
