Alys Glasse
It was a beautiful Flowerbirth day. Sascha played nearby in the tall grass of Meadowreach, chasing butterflies or some such thing, as Alys set up for a day of tarot readings. She had stayed near the House of Midnight, while being far enough away to stay out of its patrons' way. A quilt in the grass; a small, neatly written sign; and a selection of decks scattered around Alys were the only indicators that she was open for business.
She'd found in recent days that passersby were more interested in what she was doing when she was doing something, and so she sat, cross-legged and straight-backed, her wild curls tied away from her face with a scarf, shuffling the cards and laying them out before her. People often thought of tarot reading as fortune telling, but it didn't have to be as serious as all that. Sometimes, Alys just liked to have fun with her cards. So it was on this day that she pulled a card here or there, tilted her head to one side in consideration, and then shuffled to draw again.
She'd found in recent days that passersby were more interested in what she was doing when she was doing something, and so she sat, cross-legged and straight-backed, her wild curls tied away from her face with a scarf, shuffling the cards and laying them out before her. People often thought of tarot reading as fortune telling, but it didn't have to be as serious as all that. Sometimes, Alys just liked to have fun with her cards. So it was on this day that she pulled a card here or there, tilted her head to one side in consideration, and then shuffled to draw again.
