Nova
Clever as the devil
Their little scheme has been much more lucrative than Nova was originally expected. Sure, the state of the world and the threats at every corner made people fear for what may come, but she hadn't expected them to be so gullible. Once the previous victim customer leaves the tent, she sends a giggle towards Vesper, who has taken to (literally) hiding behind the curtain. This is really fun. That last guy fell for. Every. Word. She could have told him the sky was going to fall, and he'd have gone to build a stronger roof on his house, refusing to leave for the next few weeks. Instead, she'd spouted some nonsense about patching up old relationships and healing from loss. Who knew that the guy would break into tears, going on and on about an old feud with a friend? Or that his dog had just died? Nova certainly didn't, but that was one of the benefits of having a telepathic brother arranging the cards and playing shadow charades with her.
Settling back on her pillow, she stretches her arms above her head. It's been a long day, and she feels like it's about time to close up shop. She's been sitting in the same position for hours, listening to people ramble on about their woes while capitalizing on that fragile hope for a better future; and although it's been fun, she'd like to use the growing pile of coins to get something to eat soon. Preferably a sweet treat. She deserves it after all. But something tells her (maybe another sign from Vespy) to stay for one more reading. So with another burst of rainbow energy, Nova puts on her 'Madam Marin' game face and calls out "Next!" to whomever waits outside the tent flap.
Settling back on her pillow, she stretches her arms above her head. It's been a long day, and she feels like it's about time to close up shop. She's been sitting in the same position for hours, listening to people ramble on about their woes while capitalizing on that fragile hope for a better future; and although it's been fun, she'd like to use the growing pile of coins to get something to eat soon. Preferably a sweet treat. She deserves it after all. But something tells her (maybe another sign from Vespy) to stay for one more reading. So with another burst of rainbow energy, Nova puts on her 'Madam Marin' game face and calls out "Next!" to whomever waits outside the tent flap.
and twice as pretty
