The Tarot Cards lay in an arc across the broad tabletop, their intricate lines interwoven in a dizzying pattern.
The gypsy witch sat perfectly upright, her fingertips gliding lightly over different cards without ever deciding which one to pick up. Her hesitation gradually wore away the observer's patience.
"I just need a good omen. Can't you just pick one, make something up in front of me, and be done with it? Does it have to be this troublesome?" Colmar stared helplessly at the gypsy witch.
"Divination is a witch plucking at the strings of fate." Ilena's voice was somewhat hollow, like mist drifting through the night, impossible to grasp. "Captivating and pleasant to hear, but one must also be careful not to cut one's hands."
Colmar slammed her head onto the table.
"Ugh..." She buried her head in the crook of her arms and groaned miserably. "That's why I've never gotten high marks on my divination exams... I could never put on airs and speak in riddles the way you do."
Before she had finished speaking, Ilena's finger landed on a Tarot card.
Then she flipped it over and silently read it.
Colmar did not see the gypsy witch's movements. Still hiding her head in her arms, she kept muttering complaints. From the excessive weight of subjective questions in divination exams, to possibly losing her scholarship because she would not place first in her year in this final examination, to having to join the North District's forest-gathering teams to earn some extra money without that scholarship, and possibly being swallowed by a sudden Black Tide and becoming a lonely wandering ghost... She buzzed on like a noisy bee.
At last, the gypsy witch could not bear it any longer and interrupted the owner of Genie's Hut. "If a Black Tide