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</div></div><div style="margin:auto;max-width:320px; padding: 0 10px; font-size:18px; color:#666666; font-family:book antigua; text-align:center">» <i><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102,102,102)">Wisteria Crowther</span> -- <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(102, 102, 102)"> the clairvoyent.</span></b></i></div><div style="margin:auto;max-width:410px; padding: 0 10px; font-size:11px; font-family:georgia; text-align:justify"><br/>
<div style="text-align: center"><b>Mood:</b> <i>Reserved.</i> || <b>Location:</b> <i>Outskirts of town.</i> <br/>
<b>Mentions:</b> <i>None.</i> || <b>Interactions:</b> <i>None.</i><br/>
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Wisteria Windsor had a knack for knowing things. She knew when it would rain or when one of the other servants would need help with getting their chores done on time or how warmly to dress for the mornings. Magic was the answer -- or so her mother had told her as a child, tucked under the blankets of her bed in her childhood home. The ability of just <i>knowing</i> was one that often caused concern. What kind of gift was it to know such mundane things when the only future you held was one of servitude? Still, that never kept people from asking her questions. Servants and nobles alike would stop her, usually cutting the pleasantries to demand from her things she didn't really care for.<br/>
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That was the main reason she found herself awake that morning, gathering a shawl around her shoulders and a basket in the other. It was rarely crowded amidst the noble estates except for the kitchens as they prepped for breakfast. She had been delegated with gathering the ingredients for that evening's meal. Sighing quietly, she felt a small pang to return to bed before she was out the door. <br/>
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The walk was quiet -- save for the sounds of her steps upon the earth. The silence was a gentle companion as she neared the village. Finally, the subtle sounds of the town coming awake had her widening her steps. Her first destination was the market in the middle of town; the main series of stalls that housed most of the earliest-selling merchants. There were a few others milling about and trickling into the tavern for the breakfast they often served. <br/>
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Wisteria kept her head down as she walked, not paying much mind to the few curious eyes that swept over her. Although she had been a citizen for her entire life, it was rare for her to venture into town. Most of the time she stayed in the area of the estates, focusing on her chores and the people who were curious enough to ask her for advice.</div></div></div>